Comhroinn Fuaime

Thoughts arrive uninvited. Narayan owes them nothing. The voice in this head is an echo. Narayan is what hears it. I rest in the gap between thoughts. Silence floods in the moment Narayan stops responding. The narrator runs alone. I am not it. Thoughts dissolve the instant Narayan sees them. Words form in the mind. Narayan watches them vanish. The commentary plays on its own. I owe it nothing. Between each thought Narayan finds vast stillness. I see color and shape before any name. Narayan's min