Are you? //\//\\ I am – infinite.
A trick of the eyes that makes the whole world go blind.
But I continue to dazzle with a glamour and a smile that puts Fae to shame.
A gift from my close-buried ancestors, really.
See – being broken and reaching enlightenment are two sides of the same coin.
And I am halfway home to neither.
Sifting grains of sandy time in pursuit of either.
Far easier to be a stranger thing, than a bad person trying to be a good one.
But my jury is still out with the decision on which to choose.
So I will live forever as a jumbled, scattered mind.
Pretending to be eternal while trying to be kind.
But plans hardly ever go awry, nigh,
There is a beauty in false madness.
Until it suddenly becomes all too real.
And it starts as it ends – all talk, no action, all action, no talk, either way.
And you forget to find the self.
The Lies We Tell Ourselves.
