tired of fighting, of swimming upstream, for what purpose, to what end. is there a meaning, a vision to this haphazard existence. there is order in chaos, intricate fractals, when seen afar, but none exists in quantum world.

the cruelty to be given self awareness, told of free will, knowing it is an illusion. nudged along the way, by unseen forces. do you exist in this bubble of eternal expansion, in this realm of known physics. are you a vibration, a collection of strings, interacting subtly, in ten dimensions.

given a blank canvas, brushes, and paints, to draw anything, paralyzed by infinite choices, over come with fear, at the bifurcating possibilities,  how frightening, at events made permanent, mind blowing, the last refugee is in psychosis

when the horror is realized, a candle’s flame, when it dies, there is only darkness, hoping the soul is a drop, falling into a welcoming ocean