A lost one, aimless, formless - I kept looking for something I could not find. A journal sat by the bedside table as I sat by the light of a dingy floor lamp. I pondered. I felt. I became.
Sips of wine behind affectation, quiet smiles, and silent affirmations - A Memory of wisdom being shared.
I grew bold.
I found myself yearning to explore the confines of the tendered, manicured, yet fragile, notions of our existence.
I broke through.
The secret pieces of my fractal perception. A notion so vague, so ubiquitous , it vexes logic. Within the rubble and amongst the fragments of my undoing, I found the secret. Everything is everything.