I can't describe to you...
An energetic state.
The intensity of feelings in perfect counterpart.
Poised to destroy and to love, but which do nothing at all.
Preferring to roll around in silent knowing.
As deadly as pleasant.
As futile as knowledge.
As useless as the individual that has it.
But really just the start.
For no-one here will ever feel this.
No one will ever know it. Get it. Be like it.
Which would make me rage, if I gave a damn.
But my body is no longer.
My mind is no longer.
What's mine is nothing.
Bliss. Pure. Uneven. Powerful. Bliss.