DelusionalEpiphany

the midnight solace, so majestic is the silence of the night. capturing illuminous essence of thought, fathoming the vastness of our existence, down to the nearest increments of death meaning and purpose. in the moment we leave the womb each and everyone of us whether consciously or unconsciously are in steady pursuit of catching happiness in our hands only to have it slip away through our fingers. trying to hold tight gripping the invisible hope radiating off the pavement, like shadow puddles evaporating in the midday Sun. it's been noticed and soon sends ripples through this smokescreen deception, negative principalities have cast over all of us. prisoners in a self-created prison, foolishly accepting the generic bootlegged bits and pieces of Truth joy and happiness, intertwined by the toxicity of a polluted promise. This world cannot give us that which it cannot give. leaving us all addicted to any form of escape from our abused emotions driving our compulsiveness to purchase whatever this world has to sell, believe in the false hopes of some form of normality and this unmorelistic society. the unspoken truth that is offered to us free in which we pay in any way and every way .Salves to the flesh.