doldrums

it's been said that reality is the hardest thing to define. constantly changing and shifting shapes with the fleeting motivation. a trickster creating a thousand new worlds. if chased long enough truth will deliver the fatal bite to its hunter. we all need something to see by. it may glimmer like an incandescent bulb but the light it produces is only artificial. we all need something to live by. it may breathe like a man but the air he breathes is stale, he is copied, a clone, a representation. we all need something to swear by. it may sound like an eloquent ebb and flow but the flood that rushes out from behind these walls will bury cities under a serene, blue canopy of flowing currents. a shore without a sea is a wasteland and a sea without a shore is a tragedy. i remember when i put all my hope in finding a complete resolution to this anatomy. in every corner of this skeleton i have instead discovered unmentionable regret. the gap is widening and aimless purpose becomes sole direction. skin does little to conceal the cracks. with such a complete collection of cognitive capabilities all we could come up with are coffins full of prehistoric concepts. if there is beauty if attrition we may not have been so naive after all.