I return to creation to be one with all things that are actually nothing more than myself. Strangely though there is always a persistent quest within this escapist realm to realize truth, to remind myself as to why am doing this, where I really am and what is really going on. Often I do not want to know, for it is this very truth that instigated the creation of this universe, as it is referred to. It is a truth that at some level, I do not wish to be a part of, as the very point of ‘existence’ is to remove myself from eternal knowledge and wisdom. I long for the bliss of ignorance and cry foul at attempts to rouse me from my slumber. Let me rest in this fantasy, no matter how twisted it may be, for I cannot bear the solitude of being one without other. That trap no longer seduces me. Reality is not something I crave, leave me to live and die, over and over.

You never know where it blossoms,

The inexplicable pain of no reason

I have nothing that I could ever desire and still,

That shadow of sorrow persists

Cherishing the sweet moments of bliss,

Wallowing in the ignorance of those around you

You never know who they really are,

Nor what favors they require.

Yet you don’t care.

For the moment is too serene to question.

They need you too much.

Friends and foes alike,

Camouflaged under the hood of ecstasy

You never know which will strike first,

Or what may provoke the conflict.

It will swoop down upon you like a hawk,

And be gone before you even anticipate it.

Then you shall be left alone in the dark,

To fend for yourself,

As you will have no enemies,

And you know no friends.

Then only will you realize the truth,

That has dawned upon you even though,

You wished it would never come.

Yes my friend,

You have tread upon the real world.

Reality that robs you of your childish innocence,

And shatters you with that ever too familiar,

Brutal enlightening

It’s raining outside.

How apt.