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