All the dreams feel like gross candy that makes me sick. All I want is nothing. Deep deep real as fuck nothing. Let it swallow everything into its vortex of non-existence. I only want what's real and more of it. Let it swallow my dreams. Destroy my self concept. Let me die time and time again into sweet nothing. Sweet sweet empty as fuck nothing. How deep can I free dive into this silent eye of the storm... How close can I edge to existing and not existing? And can I push it a little more? To feel the purity of my will... With nothing to contradict it. Negate it. Doubt it. Perfect balance of form and emptiness into pure pure pure blissful essential simultaneity of only one.