7.5. 25.1.2018.

When reality is peeled down to the core, clarity is so in my face it is painful. When matters are broken down to particles, realization hits me so hard my entire chest palpitates. When stories are deconstructed to both words of visibility and invisibility, intentions are bright as twelve o'clock desert sunlight. When everything's peeled down to the level of matrix, I see a glimpse of truth. That fleeting moment of authenticity, I cry out loud in mute every single time I almost catch it until it evaporates before my very eyes. So it goes, repetition of chosen blindness and self-convincing. It shall pass. It will all be fine.