The Sense Of Me "Life is Strange" OST

Glimps of Infinity The time is frozen in simultaneous.
My perception of time showed me that this evening is spreading all over the days; I was waiting for the sunset, but the golden discus has been stuck in the same spot of ecliptics for long consecutive hours; and it’s shining bright.
I realized then, that the wider a consciousness is the more steadily waters of time ocean are rocking, the steadier perception of a whirlwind is becoming more clear and overwhelming, fast-forwarded thoughts are able to embrace the upstream and the downstream of a time wave and broaden the clear understanding of simultaneousness. While the picture of Van Gogh is entirely seen not on the only piece of the shoe lace, and with only the small piece visible the one can’t comprehend the whole landscape, and can only guess and be confused.
So I realized that the wider consciousness is a bird eye view of a time flow.
Observing the only pass way on the titanic narration with a limited vision of a human, we are just like lonely travellers through the void of continuum, a field containing not only an every place, but an every incident, an inconceivably gigantic ocean, reproducing an every particle of Matter…
Then what are YOU in the flow of liquid energy?
A spectator, stepping through immense and seeing just tiny… a wanderer looking for more and not noticing huge… a lost traveller not knowing what he is looking for… or the one who surrenders and enjoys of being blinded?
I know that I’m lost. In a different alignment of my journey through nowhere I lost some energy, somebody, a greatest friend, or a biggest love. And I’m trying to find them here, but only run into the rocks with my short-sighted eyes, fall, and then rise up, and move on, accelerate, develop senses of space and kinetic awareness, getting stronger, smarter and faster, learning new trikz, enduring longer races, running, running, and running, while free to run, to look, to conceive, to overcome and to advance through the toxic jungle towards the sunset; all the way through to meet them again.
Finally the discus, golden-pink by now, is setting down over the line where the sea and the sky converge into the blurred, pierced by metal clouds, in a surreal movement floating along the plateau. The celestial pallet is fading towards me, with huge fluffy feathers scattered down the hemisphere.
Disappeared.
One glimpse, of infinity. - Mud Flow The Sense Of Me "Life is Strange" OST