What of the world behind the curtain?

I search and search, yet,

one thing is certain

Of this I am sure

a sensation escapes through every single pore.

My heart screams it

from the bottom of my soul

deep within my curled up bowels,

a sensation so strong it’s hard to endure

Millions upon millions of neurons firing, speeds so great its hard to keep focus.

Electric pulses within vibrating,

giving way to ideas never before spoken

My eyes have unseen,

My mind has seen

A fragment of reality soon materializes

I see it,

a truth I’ve been pursuing.

This is the truth behind that curtain;

I have no idea what I am doing

It slaps me in the face on a crisp, winter’s night;

soon I realize that nothing is for certain.