moment of clarity
in the haze, soft spoken endorsements and skilled heavenly bodies listening, the heart speaks. it tells truth. but the ears can decide to take heed or no, so you float in a sphere of dream-like doziness and a veil is cast over all perception... what you can see are mere ripples and reflections, but severely depleted in their force, and it's difficult to gauge what's real anymore as you've crossed the boundaries, into the forbidden pasture. You've lost track of time in foolhardy egotism and resistence, so the twig that once flowed with the stream has now snagged on putrid weeds at the brink of the quagmire. where are you now? where do you turn, when the One source of truth is left aside? the sting of realisation does not break through the caked and crusted black shell of ignorance you have immersed your soul within. a casket ready for the fall. to burn? to drift endlessly forgotten. a punishment self-inflicted and deserved. hang on, it's not all doom and gloom ju...