all created to

find it within. whatever it is. whoever you are always there here where I go to dream you. whichever one – infinity we go through. purpose finding staying and rehashing to keep grasping it’s there. to reach it is the next dream. entering at the precise moment their written.  no line not even two dimensions.  with exact measure we almost get there.  knowing it so much,  once it’s pinpointed, it reemerges. newly rediscovered recreation.  getting lost again within. never coming out.  security lying in these vortexes to fill black whole white within without ending. get it got it. now on to  now