posted on Oct, 27 2016 @ 02:39 AM
Hah I'm here randomly post, and be good at nothing. If I were to sum up myself in one form or another it would be this:
What is it that I wish to create?
In a seamless dance of hope and intrigue, I jitter and pounce on that which does define. But in an ends' motion what is it that I have made? More
musing of a solid soul, a gasp of an angel brought forth upon the devils mask. Shattered within a hopeless contextual void of self dissolution. To
dissolve in ones own thoughts of regard of high and mighty being? In the beginning what is it that we seek? In hell and high water, in times of
disregard. What is it that seeks us. From times of happenstance to those of remorse. Again we beckon the call to purpose and resolve. Every time, even
without a moments clarity we call too and forth of the void, to give us direction. Show me ways beyond vice, ways not wanted of founded living,
shallower within such a world. Should they be down caste or sought without voice? Give me guidance before the light. Hope before the void. I shall
know of the kingship of a heralds' life, before the life of a herald be know to his people.
To this preponderance I shadow skirt my minds eye, to a veil beyond the guise that which is a worded Maya. I find such things a mere hope of sound
falling. Give me hope or the hope of death. Give me light or knowledge of only darkness. Give not guidance, but a misadventured fall into the abysmal
realm of chance and near do wells shortcomings. Shall be you chance or stones carved Providence? I beckon the call to truth, yet I hope and pray tell
that none does exist. The only way to continue searching, is to never find the answer we seek. To find is to know, to know is to be content. To be
content is to stagnant in truth. To find death in one truth, one truth among many. To live is to know nothing, but to know what you understand has
already become false by nature is to understand that my musings are bull****.
edit on 10|27|2016 by Paradoxroutine because: Because I'm a dumbass.