This is a free-form piece of writing that I wrote, just for fun. I liked it, so I thought why not share it on the website. It's a bit trippy, may require some thought, but that's the fun in writing things like this, right?
Enjoy! :)
Starlights inside the music's swirl of four skies - Inside of an hourglass of blackened blue. Thoughts in the forms of photons dressed in cylindrical multidimensional coatings, transparent. These two descriptions, outside of the scalar planets foreign, where satellites change them into a blackness of matter, invisible to coupled eyes. There, in a middle way towards black holes in distant aeons, six spirals reveal these photons, undressed, but with stars floating in the background, unnoticed.
Such is the sand inside the glass, in a river of the Earth, untouched yet unseen, into realms of which these are surfaced, merely. Yet near this sand was the waters, carrying opposing photons, each a googolplex per raindrop, with cubes representing googol galaxies inside each photon. The quantums representing more, carrying infinite life, capped only by time, each layer using five graphs of minutes - The rest an eon's laugh. Tubeworms carry the colors of time towards the quantum matter.
Greens with pinks and blues, all neon, brightened, share the same lifeforms as the tubeworms surround with passion, as the galaxies shift times outside of the formless water. Mouths of atoms swirling towards the skies of heightened blue, with blacks upholding the swirls of the skies' background; mists surround the universe. Yet satellites carry a glow that shuts down these signals, therefore, inadvertently, shutting down any outside matters.
The satellites carry with themselves, 19 signs of lifeforms, shielded by their rays without color. So as three rays find thoughts - fixed - The finity of our universe is found - primary, bare. Yet its lifeforms create the doorway - an eye through which no one is looking, to which no one will find.