tired, so tired
open awakening sigh
breathe in the present

colors captivate
I never knew just how full
life could really be

There is no method
enveloped within chaos
mirrorless knowing

Can one utter another's truth? Can words really convey even the sense? These words will not satisfy the mind in it's quest. It burns in loops attempting to figure out something it wasn't designed to comprehend. Underneath these layers there is a feeling, that is where it speaks like prose.

Freckles in the sky
Woven landscape sewn of Self
Never had edges

Go in the blackhole
Come out the other side, and
tell me what you find

Your self-worth quizzing
the Unquantifiable
cannot fit the box.