Spiritual Noise: Where has my dream gone

Down the darkest of all holes to see the light so long sought.

Wessel ‘24

The scratch in the back of my throat that doesn’t heal. The answer I can’t seem to answer. Why is it so hard, feel so strange, to find it so difficult to settle on what that is. Perhaps it is my depth of need, what I call the noise, that masks any sort of answer.

Or many things, maybe, at once. How did I get to this point, I really do wonder, where did it all begin, lol. Why is it this way?

Or I can stop ruminating on a question, that even if it does have an answer, does it really matter, it is the way it is, drop it and move forward.

Through all of this, what?

Where am I now?

I don’t have any fucking clue.

But, I know I’m somewhere.

Down this painful line into something…what, I don’t know.

And, to be frank about it, I don’t really care. Up, down, left, right, it’s movement, and I trust my gut to know what’s up.

LFG!