Tearing through dark woods a thought crosses my mind...
Am i running too fast?
not listening to the sounds of the night?
as the pearly light shines through the dark spade shaped leaves,
it all seems a blur,
bt it is not...
The beauty was still an illusion,
chosen darkness just hid what was already there.
But was it really hidden or did i just choose being blinded to facing it?
Fear overruling logic?
confrontation just caused me to become aware of the fact...
than delusion ever did.
