The man who seeks only truth
Will not be set free by it
Instead he will only find voids
As the embers of love
And the rains of depression
Rip to shreds
The fabric of reality
This is the human condition
The gregarious portion
A infinite ray that neither widens nor shrinks
What good will buckets of logic serve
In a world muddled by emotion and instability
So I ask you
Don't seek the perfectly folded envelope of truth
Sink deep into the uncertainty of it all
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:47 PM UTC
The man who seeks only truth
Will not be set free by it
Instead he will only find voids
As the embers of love
And the rains of depression
Rip to shreds
The fabric of reality
This is the human condition
The gregarious portion
A infinite ray that neither widens nor shrinks
What good will buckets of logic serve
In a world muddled by emotion and instability
So I ask you
Don't seek the perfectly folded envelope of truth
Sink deep into the uncertainty of it all
Truth
