someday, i hope to reclaim the wonder that filled my dreams, so completely. perhaps, those dreams were merely youth; a dream that has become darkness and blowing dust. where the hell am i? why do i feel nothing? up, and away, with pillows of dust...

when your walls have crashed in, and silence is your only alibi... you are the answer. yours is the true definition. sanctity enfolds reason, as all allowances for others haven't born fruit. sown seeds, which have never germinated. real integrity is gained from knowledge. like a triangular gateway, an eye, perpetuated, in all you've ever experienced, known, and have yet to discover. one moment, escalating, fervor in meaning, escapes into thin air, dilating all reason into a singular instance. all remains exist, without duplicity, in one, regulated instant. exploding into a million pillars of light.

i was under the impression that this space would never again exist. how times do change.