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     It is cold, the tale of tales begins this way. The darkness is rude. My skin is haunted with chills. Sleep is a concept I have come to know like that of a vampire. Sleep seduces my thoughts, awareness rapes my reality. My brain has this knack of constantly reminding me of issues I'd rather feed to a black hole. I have this tendency to paint pictures more beautifully then they truly are. I like to think that I rise above circumstances, but I've no evidence of the aforementioned hypothesis. I find my happiness in space. I find what I dream of only in my mind.
     I close my eyes to perfection. Calmly I sit, while my heart is bleeding. The blood immediately begins to form bubbles as it streams through my pores in a close to zero gravity atmosphere. The bubbles then join the chaotically rotating rubble that encircle Saturn as it's infamous rings. I'm coated in the stickiest of the icky that only coated my lungs just before my eyes came to rest. This substance keeps me grounded to my icy building sized asteroid like rock flowing in rotation. The scenery is incredible. My rock, not only in rotation around Saturn, but rotating about itself like a playful slow motion top that is guided by my mind.
     I stare at Saturn afloat from the center of it's ice filled rings. All around me are the glistening icy structures of matter in freezing asteroid form, disguised as a chaotic floating asteroid field, but I see perfection. From up close there are no words. As I look beyond the ring, the breath of my soul is stopped. This beautiful planet is the grandest structure you can imagine, encompassing the majority of my vision. It's grandeur engulfs my mind. This is all that exists, all that matters. I am here exploring uncharted territory. This is my territory. For the first time in my life I'm territorial. This is a singularity member club, invite only. I navigate my space home to stare into an observable universe. I have the eyes of Hubble, and the vision of Einstein. I have ears capable of mass frequency collection. I see the universe, I feel the universe, I hear the universe. I am the universe.

     I close my eyes again and I'm transported back to a dreaded existence where I am actually opening my eyes. Thoughts that this truly is a nightmare flood my mind. My inner demons are raging constant battle. There's this voice that tells me the nightmare is beautiful. This voice tells me things are better than they seem and it will all be okay. Enjoy all times whether good or bad. The darker voice draws me deeper, enticing my spirit to lifelessness, numbness. Here, nothing matters, and that's okay. Nothing is good and nothing is bad, it all just is. I allow this concept to take me captive. I swim in a primordial soup of androgynous grey existence. Black or white has no real place, if you defend this I will lather you in grey matter. I will always lather you in grey matter.
     I'm gifted, it doesn't matter. I'm beautiful, this is abundant. I'm rare, this is common. I lie in a swirl of grey darkness. I'm soothed by sounds. Each note is specific to a color that all begin to whirl in a mathematically structured order before my mind. I'm transcended into this magical trance, forever.

     It's still cold, and I'm still here, still sitting. I'm only accompanied by my imagination, and this is by choice. I voluntarily wonder if I'm a labyrinth, even to myself. My name is enigma and I dare you to solve this riddle. At the center of the maze lies simplicity, but I'm lost, lost in myself. I'm lost in configuration. I'm lost in the presence of this world. I am a peculiar peg. I stand above the test of time for I belong to no generation. The simplicity that lies within my labyrinth peg is far beyond comprehension.

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