Wind and Darkness

Common - Gold

Lost in wind, flowers bloom amongst the heat, flashing lights and despair of darkness. The gold that beckons is blur and empty; benchmarks of directionless nothings. I am not alone, but in and amongst the night, it is all you have. How do you do it, Mum and Dad? What drives you to keep going on?

All there is are empty promises, goals limited by coded languages only presenting a tiny bit of the truth. I just want to speak honestly, but even then it comes to no avail. There is nothing, and nothing to convince me of that truth otherwise. No proof, evidence or reason. Just to be and become nothing.

I can speak of the tiny events that happened today, the small insignificances that fill the void of the everyday, but it's worthless. As the day ends, there is so much wasted, in any measure of belief or understanding; cyclical habits and natural behaviours manifested for no point. I can't succumb to presenting such mundane instances... they are just words, chemical formulas, mathematical movements, recorded waste.