The arbitrary begining fading into the endless night. The unlinited dawn turning into the forgotten life. The sound of severed hands clapping over the death of a beloved tyrant. Justice served and a hero lost to the winds. The defeted villian that had a crushing victory over nothing. The ruler of a kingdom long past and destined to rise again. Perseverance over all. Reverance unto nothing. What is done is not to be. What is to be is not done. Unheard are the screams of billions that died long ago. To listen and not hear. To speak and say nothing. Visions of visions. Light blends and bends into the heart of the wandering soul. Taunted by darkness and holding ground. Truthful lies told to no one. A heart held in vain. Love lost before it was ever found. The quiet hold no secrets, yet the secrets are there. Waiting for the one who will never come. More than everything and nothing, and less than you and I. Somewhere in the void is a light and a path to somewhere beautiful and ugly all at once. Nightmares hold more meaning the dreams and still mean nothing. Punishment for the good and virtuous. Evil is rewarded and praised. Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all childern. Tell your story to a wall and it will pass that story on. Promise nothing but give all you can. Write. Be. Now stop. Go. Look them in the eye and mean it when you tell them you love them. Truth lies in the wind. No one is immune to love. Everyone can turn from it. Hate is bread from good souls. Lonliness imbeded in waves of light. All leading to an arbitrary and meaningless begining.
