Introspection

You never thought much,
About how you think,
You don’t really know,
Who you are,
So it’s hard to say,
If you understand,
Why you hurt them.

So when you deny,
That you did anything wrong,
And I roll my eyes,
The truth is simple.
You never thought this through.

And so you’re left to wonder,
Why everyone is looking at you,
Like the soulless monster,
You’ve become.

You say you want understanding,
But look in the mirror,
The only person who doesn’t understand,
Is you.

The Aeon Sea

I am adrift on the Aeon sea, this place that connects all reality. This place that makes the worlds serve it’s call. The ocean is made of rainbow light–or is it water? It’s so hard to tell. When I throw a stone into the water it is sucked in as though the water is made of tar. I have no hope of swimming or even rowing. So adrift I will be.

My craft is a dead bit of land that somehow floats on the sea. Set adrift by the end of our current–or former reality. And so I’m left to ponder how long I will last. Alone, alive, and adrift on the never ending Aeon Sea.