I'm neither here nor there. I'm never anywhere, will never be everywhere. Internalizing my world, expanding a collapse, sinking to the depths of being, hope to bring one. Creation is ongoing. What's being destroyed is a renewal of what has been created. I know not much of this world, and I lack understanding of my own fall. All I know is, it's the only road I am ever aware of, the easiest and most comfortable one, a path I call my own. So what's perfection then? Like it has always been, Adam & Eve, Eden. Truth, simplicity, and the idea of eternity. My parents portrayed the best marriage, almost flawless. I beg my world would come close. But that's a part of me which fell, that perfection can only happen in the older generation, which is where I'm stuck, an old mind. Fix me on my basic necessities and I'm good to go. I'm grateful being blessed to see the world at such a young age, and truly it has broaden my mind on living, but it has change nothing. If I'm truly out there, I wish I could find myself again.
