every picture is a story
has the journey ended, or simply began?
have i traveled through earth, water, air, fire and ether or is it just my mind wandering away?
am i still me, unique selfish soul, hero of my own story or am i no more?
am i conscious?

i let go, i understand the power of my dreams, words, love, interaction, creation
i am no more unique, i am the whole universe, i am everywhere but can't be seen anywhere
i am the creation and the destruction, i have dissolved and rendered myself powerless
i is no more 

bliss, emptiness, peace and finally freedom