mining truth in a mixed up mind the pain and the sorrow small freedoms childhood grants your own reactions and thoughts all the denial of everyday and night dreaming of living a wonderful life the constant disappointments horrible torturous nasty personalities the person you aped for survival a constant unravelling weakness and the fortitude you reaped in secret.
opened doors too many to choose to walk through and now having chosen and went through, the door closed and in so doing another door opened to an eternal horizon.
a universe that contemplates its secrets answers on a postcard postage paid humanoid thinking only in an expanding cosmos no traces of alien life forms they sure did cover their tracks went through the secret door here on Earth called death.