180 RPM And Escaping The Black Hole of Liminality

When you dance, when you let go, when you stop trying to analyze every damn thing and just live, you stop the suffering. Our lives are defined by our own personal criteria: while we may be heavily influenced by others, it's our self-imposed traits that give life to the way we feel. I am the greatest critic of myself and it's primarily due to insecurities that have developed through my upbringing.

I find myself in a liminal state. On the threshold of two existential planes, of two imminent yet pertinent realities. I'm trapped in my own mind, in limbo, searching for solid ground and a destination. What if my destination is in this black hole of liminality? Is it not possible that I might be forever doomed to wander in this empty space, always searching for a place of solace but never reaching a conclusion?

For the time being I seek an escape. Whether it's a short lived high or for a lengthier stint of time, I'll accept that I can escape the whole concept of existence when I let it all go. When time disappears and intellection ceases to exist as a priority, I'm one with the music and I'll submit to the flooding waves of color with every note of melody, every change of pitch, and every tone of euphoric timbre.