So fluid. So mercurial.
Dissolved before ever created.
Created before it could dissolve.
Existent even amidst nonexistence.
Nonexistent even amidst its existence.
A concrete identity even when unnamed.
A slippery nothingness even when named.
The complicated web of trust.
Fine threads. Delicate strings.
A beautiful silk tapestry. But pull one string and it comes undone.
Cynical and me?
I just let you reach in and grab my heart.
~vagabond~ © 2009
