We are the twilight walkers, the greeters of dawn, the fools hidden in the noon day shadow.
We empty our heads to erupt a vacuum of desire so that the pull to experience is endless.
We empty our hearts to prove that they are without boundary or limitation.
We see what is not there and take from that empty void the power to change minds.
We hear the unspoken words, thoughts, hopes, and dreams and we speak to fill their absence.
We fall a million times plummeting to the abyss for the day that we would find the means to fly.
Better afflicted with the paradox of life than drudgery in the simple gift of living.
The Void is not my enemy, it is the basis of my creation, Silence is not my foe it is my opportunity.
There is no colour, no taste, no sound, no feeling that can be wholly described, yet try we must.
There is no Truth, no Love, no Justice, no Kindness, no Hate, and no Faith unless we make it so.
Either nothing is sacred or everything is sacred.
And within that quantum-thin boundry between light and darkness where shadows become defined, I will find my soul.
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