Deeper down into the all knowing nothingness
Maybe I don’t accept you maybe I see you as more than you are and could ever be and that is who you said you are. Being of nudiustertian terms and ideas. Speak what is true immediately… not always the right thing to do, not always healthy but that is the spoken word, the written word. The word that circles into the center of said nothingness getting deeper finding the real truth and it is simple the love does not really exist. The love is a figment of imagination that has once again run down the rabbit hole and does that hole even exist? Who is to say if it does or does not? Who is this all knowing person that gets to decide right from wrong, truth or lie, love or not? In the center of building life, it is what makes it better or perhaps not. Can you hear me crying, my tears do not stop from the mountains surround me and every treetop. Flowing like rain crashing down to the ground memories lost and new ones be found. Silence in the morning no birdsong to be heard just my thoughts running round feelings a little bit absurd.