A pulsating
truth adorns my being...
the truth
that breaks the tranquility of my soul...
the same
truth that provides my soul with the spark to ignite...
yet the very
truth that burns through my existence...
I look for
answers as the questions haunt me,
and right
then when the answers are within my reach,
the
questions change.
is it the
fragility of my being that
each
fluttering feather disturbs the tranquility of my soul?
And with
each ripple, i fight more questions,
I seek the
answers yet hidden from me....
and for all
the reasons I absorb,
deeper
tragidies are born and
I lose yet
again some more of that madness....
Madness that
formed the essence of my existence,
now getting
lost in the burdens of that very existence,
those that
rupture my meditations
leaving a
stark truth clearer than ever before that
there is no
truth...
