Self. Self. Self. Self. Self.
Self. Self. Self.
Self.
The movement of self
brings even more self.
It's powerful, it's addictive
and it's extremely restrictive.
Self... Self... Self.
Self... Self.
Self.
Does this make you think ?
If so, thinking of what ?
Yourself, myself, other self ?
Self. Self. Self. Self. Self.
It is like a center of gravity
attracting all thoughts of reality,
quickly increasing in density
with more and higher intensity.
Self. Self. Self.
Self. Self. Self.
Self. Self. Self.
Like a black hole of the mind.
Full of thoughts of any kind.
Only self.
About self.
Just the self.
On and on and on.
