ÀLÁ

My corporeal state serves many purposes in which I am in control within my different movements, but there is one slight exception, where time becomes unmyelinated. I am no longer in control fully. I become a recipient of my own mind if we must. The sheath loosens to bring me what will be and sometimes, has been. Yet, there is awareness in this semi surrendered state. The grips of time become loose, and I float through worlds unexplored, as though I were above a labyrinth. This gift has not always come with ease, because once the sheathing is returned to its original state, there becomes a tightening in which I seek to influence. The riddles pull at me in ways only I can sense, and when I begin to put them together, the pieces elude me. I must wait for time to tease me with said pieces, sometimes mockingly. Its paradoxical nature causes me to  wonder often about its cascading importance and reason it was given to me in the first place. It is a relentless game, and somehow, to proceed, I must defeat myself. An inference I have grudgingly accepted. 

— Tolú