i don't have an aura

I don’t have an aura I am incandescent, heated be sheer willpower to push through these walls always caving in on me,

I sit at my lab, scientific method pouring through my fingertips, realizing that every question always leads back to another question. Why does life seem superficial? How can something so temporary, satisfy a soul searching for an ocean’s worth of depth?

The theory to quench my inquisitive mind is this: life is simply disillusionment. If the illusion becomes questionable, so does life.

Wind pours through the crack in my window, congratulating me for realizing suffering can exist in the mind before the reality.

I am not incandescent, I have an invincible aura that crumbles every wall trying to cave in on me.