The burden of freedom,

Questioning of the rightness of things

And reading the truth backwards.

Once you are gifted with wings is when you long to fall down.

Once you have tasted the cool waters of innocence, is when you desire the parched desert sands.

The absolute horror makes you seek out beauty.

And within the realms of destruction you want to build.

The world of opposition, the world of contradiction.

There is no such thing as a question answered.

There are only answers that seek questions

What will you do with answers, they are redundant,

They only leave you wanting.

There are no wings.

There are no roots.

There is no breath.

You are a moment.

You are eternity.

Realization…..

The dawn of your destruction.