Barbituric Diaries (an insight in the brain)

There's a war happening right over our heads. I'm not being metaphorical, or making some sort of puzzle in this affirmation. I saw it once. Little creatures, sparkles of light, shocking furiously against themselves. It's a big army of homegeneous and curious forms of living things. I don't know what it means to us, but I know that they are in another level of existence. How can they interfere in our reality is still an Enigma to me. But I know one thing... We are just like photos after all! Now I have to make and intervention on this odd affirmation. I believe that our reality, our capacity of perception is incredibly primitive. We are in a lack of perception. We can't dive in the deepest depth of the cosmical ocean blue. The main character of a photography is not awared of the whole scenario that surrounds him. It can just look forward and forward, never beside him, behind him, over him... A photo is a two-dimensional object... The protagonist (main character) is a limited form of life that works over this simple condition of perception. We are functioning like this main character. Blinded by our senses... The essence (to us) is just an accidental stumble on the verge of the primitive way of absorb the reality. A brief insight. Yet, there's a war running between us fluently and unstoppably. Almost forgot... Look for the river flow, crying out inside your head. I don't know why, but I know no matter how, that it can teach us how to swim through the tissue of the essence of something that I'm not sure what it is. Fuck! I'm feeling weird in my stomach!

Some dude