As moments pass,

I lay

restless eyes,

shallow breath

fluttering under darkness

floating in a cloud

dreaming of a life I once knew.

An angel's kiss

quiet

silence

Was it all just a dream?

Whilst I was lazing the day away with Sense and Sensibility and a glass of cool lime water, I was struck with an urge to blog. As it's been a while since I've been on here, I've decided to start fresh.

If you know me well enough, you know my tendency to get serious at rather awkward times. I would probably say that this would be one such time, as the only current topic I can come up with, is the topic of truth.

It's something that has always ebbed at my thoughts- and by this I mean, it has proven rather bothersome at times.

Truth has come to be defined as being something of actuality- of reality. But what borders reality?

Is there a universal truth? If I ever discover it, I'll let you know.

quote du jour: "I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty"

-Edgar Allan Poe