#7

For all of its beauty,
still it wraps around itself, tangled mess of dreams.
I sink deeper into the level where:

1. Form perishes
2. Sight strains
3. Direction shifts

And, in these moments,
I feel inclined to ask myself, what is real?
For, in truth we are just flowing lines,
somehow or other drawn together in specific points,
a grand mess of non-existence, beautifully existing together.

- Jonathon Todd