The slow fade from constructed truth is not painless.

If only the Supernova that exists inside my mind could be seen by a passerby.

All too often my words fall on deaf ears, yet my volume refuses to lower!

My generation is not scared of being ourselves…we are scared of the idea that all generations become ignorant with age…our hippie parents are now political robots!

We all live in the infinite madness

As I stare back into the mirror, blindly searching past the thin layer of skin that hides my universe…I wonder to myself, do they pray to me? Can they hear me? Will they ever understand there is no truth, there is no false? Will they go extinct?