Potent Emesis

Someday I will laugh at my Self was the thought I lost in my striving to keep a thought that was not programmed by my need to hide behind thinking.
What is hidden but just emptiness filling a pure vessel with a luxurious peace.
There is a form, an art, an expression longing to be realized within this emptiness.  I can feel it almost projecting out my throat like a potent emesis that will save me.
All these notions I have been fed block the release, hinder the ignition of personal realism.
I will gladly turn myself inside out and float in my own excrement if it means I can just get it out of my way.
Turn off and do.
Turn off and be.
Turn off and see.
Turn off and feel.
Turn off and ...