floating in the existence of questionable truths and convincing lies.

confusion; infectious and deeply rooted, it catapults ones mind into

sane madness.

thorough eyes that have seen me in sorts of all creation, yet the 

blasphemy of utterance has escaped those lips like our years didn't

come to past...

to want...to want what i don't possess...to want what i once had...to

want answers, because raising my tone at the end of my speech proves

a dead end road. i will not get answers i seek, because to seek one will

unfold treasured answers beneath hidden secrets bound for unwanted 

eyes and lures in wandering hands.

i am not naive to the act of oblivion. as if in the wake of stupor, moreso

stupidity of the most wise.

my eyes; two orbs; in relation to the sun and moon in the distant sky. share

the same mystery; unknown planetarium galaxies in light years too close.

that lone space cadette to ever venture through black holes of my escaped

realities and realms of untrue catastrophes. for years he circumnavigated

through in search of his fantasies. star trekked in time.

but time proves nothing. as if renown for this merited self deprecation. its

time less; married to infinite proportions, our mere breath of wake is

infinitesimal. we rely on it to cure, to weather down, to mend...when time

itself is just numerations set forth on empty dimensions. cease its objective

reality, we'll be merely living on eternity.