Have I made my point yet?

Bloodred eyes picking up beats. You see the rhythm does magic, magic unique to each soul. I always wondered if out there in depths of space with that background noise whilst the universe functions  is  as mystical as they write in their theses. I do wonder a lot and wander to places I have heard about, albeit on picked words from someone else's mouth of how extravagantly this universe provides for you. The dire need of this hour, wait a sec! What! Was I again? I apologise, I didn't intend to but there is all this criss cross happening somewhere inside of me that I lost the track of it. I wonder someone would one day walk down that road and tell about it, tell me how I am reluctantly pushing my life away, holding onto the comforts here, I am only letting go of my dreams. In hindsight, I do wonder whether or not you take notice of, I have my theories laid out on a plethora of things. I work them out only to defy them eventually. But then that is not what we always have been doing, growing into and out of our own perspectives. I really wish people tap into  their inner worlds every once in a while because there, there is harmony to all the odds of the physical realm. Shunning all that I fight, my demons have only brought me misery and undesirable as it proposes made people around me suffer. If only I would have known that I was so consciously closing in on my answers, they didn't wait there. They rather found a hack to my escapades and made sure they come alive. Alive enough for me to break off that loop and notice, notice that it has always been around the corner over those  cracked floorboards stumbling upon the pile of old boxes where I did bury all my irrelevances.
Wait! Have I made my point yet?