Tangible in a slow rhythm, a hyper frequency reaches even the deaf. What is this consuming me through even the toughest of times? When even despair has fallen away to leave this essence alone with me. Can this even exist or is it yet another construct of my mind? Who can tell me? Questions lead to more questions, endlessly manifesting and falling away. Should I rely on my knowledge that's formed through experience or can I seek another route?
Time, irrelevant. Opinion, irrelevant. Finding grounds to walk on, in a controversial reality is truly challenging. Hope is said to be the last hook, on a reel strained from pulling up waste in shallow waters. Hence the catch must reside deeper. Who will take you to such depths, but your self.