The drop we fear
Sometimes you have to just let go
Don’t be afraid of the drop
LET GO
It is fear that inhibits us
It is fear that is making you hold on
Fear of what’s to come
Fear of not being able to come back.
You can’t know for sure what’s to come
So you might as well see for yourself
Will you always come back….
I’m not sure
I believe you will, but in the off chance you don’t
What awaits you is nothingness…
And in this nothingness there is everything.
- Rico
WRITERS Point of View
There have been many times in my life where my inability to let go of an idea, a person, or a way of life. This however is not talking about that kind of letting go, it is talking about letting go of your constant need to control your inner self.
Many times while I was meditating I seemed to reach a peak. And after this peak there always seemed to be a "fall". Not physically, but consciously. There seems to be a point where you slip away from your body and you are able to be conscious and aware without the sensation of the body. These are all anectdotal personal experiences, but they have changed my life nontheless.
So LET GO of this need to be in control. Allow your consciousness to roam a reality not bound by physicality. If you don't believe me, GOOD. Go find out for yourself.
Thank you for reading.
May you have an amazing journey, wherever your path may take you.
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Rico Verse
Being in human form.
Creative thinker, poem scribbler, dreamer of infinite possiblities.
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm4 days ago in Fiction
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