For a moment, joy and certainty bring to me a calmness I have yet to experience at any other time of my life. I'm the one to hear things that are not spoken. The one too read the words an author left in the white spaces between her sentences. The one to see beauty where they should be none. These are my obsessions, the things not seen or written - the thoughts others fight off for the comfort of fact, logic, and the obvious.
Meaning is something with infinite context.
We are all in a moment always, endless little occurrences that are lost, to be forgotten before they were know. Like exhales of sleeping breath. I aim to live within these moments. I want to walk the line, see truth beyond deceit of my ego. I want to be boundless, forever, not just for this now.