~ Mystery unfolds as I search my own thoughts. Words of wisdom lie in the way. They light a path I fail to walk upon.
Am I afraid, the thought resounds in my head as I type this.
Was I brought down to just do the talking with my fingers ?
Is that why I cant speak well ?
Is that why I confine myself to my sacred space. Just visit places that sooth my soul. Do things that calm me from the eruption of these volcanic thoughts.
Is that why I sleep, so that I can function in this immoral, unmeaning world that seems so real but doesn't feel that way.
I am on a quest unknown to myself. A quest unknown. ~