Kaleidoscope eyes

I guess the limbo effect is not yet over. My toilet time reflections are getting weirder, but my thoughts are getting more and more silent. Maybe it's still the overwhelming sensation of adulthood or some other form of the same shit. Either that, or the reality is I am entering a new dimension of being altogether.

Not that it's impossible. Yesterdays always seem burdensome, and the newness would emancipate another wave of newness, I believe. But the abandonment of a nurtured past, all of the colors I could no longer wear... it's a little melodramatic. And I like drama. It's beautiful.

So maybe the melodrama cultivates the limbo effect.