There's something more than what I see. Something beneath the surface, a place that exists somewhere between wakefulness and dreams. A world set against the color red I see when I close my eyes and look towards a light, a world of shadows and truths... a layer somewhere between my heart and my mind, where feelings and words blend together into an inexplicable mixture that even I can't decipher when I look it over.
Why am I here? Why are we here? Life is the ultimate in circular reasoning... we have life so that we may help others with their life, yet they have life for the same reason... we have life to enjoy it, but that doesn't explain its purpose in the first place. The answer's there, somewhere... written in a language nobody speaks and hidden in the intricate designs of every leaf of every tree, and translatable only in a flame, where if you look long and hard enough you can see the bridge... you just can't see how to cross it.
Cake. That's what I call it sometimes... life is frosting, but beneath it somewhere there's a cake... a cake we never really get to enjoy, though we get a hint of a taste in those rare instances when there's such a connection between us and the world around us that we can almost hear music; the soundtrack to our life that almost singlehandedly gives it meaning, though we still don't know what.
I've abused every cliche in an effort to find it. I've run into the empty field at night and screamed myself hoarse at the unanswering stars, I've prayed and prayed to God for an answer, I've wished on every shooting star and every eyelash, longing with a tortured self I don't even recognize to have my eyes opened to something else.
You know what I mean?
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