I Am Seeker

My revolving tale.

I Am Seeker

 

I want to sail the seas in sublime; concoct a reverence for the archaic, and adventure me some experiences. Doing without a thought, seeing much--outside of my dreams--I want outside of my dreams. I’ll wander through your dark place, Lit-up enough to see, with no sun. I’ll chase your demon down; I’ll die again and again, keep coming back. There’s enough her for us all; enjoying. In my eyes I no longer have the gall to ask myself; what is it I see--could have been and supposed to be.

 

I know what is in my way, what is in me--in my way, I’ll detach from this parasite of false paradises, the few seconds of promise, for some moments I am free, at a cost too far gone unnoticed--unspoken for; no longer. No longer shall I revere images depicted, created, and lost through memory-convergence, override.

 

I am shaken up, lost to fend for my own soul--as a man--psyche encased in my experience. I will fear all the things that I do, and slowly let it wonder why, as if it existed, I’ll have a symbiotic relationship with her. She’ll help me to not do all the things I wish, and to do that which I wish not to. I’ll float down this stream, a guise in nonchalance, that natural pensive and skeptical look upon my face.

 

What is the point? With truth in reach…dabble in truth, a look in her eye, I’ll take her up on that offer, to let me be in a reality of realities, inside-outside be damned--just my side. I have--in all my days--sought out, ultimately, one singular ‘thing’ of all things. Truth.

 

I pretend to find her, and I will yet.

 

Author's Note