it is like an addiction.
every night before i go to sleep . i seek to 'see'
i close my eyes , and my eyelids are band aids to my questioning wounds
i do not ask for courage or forgiveness
even though afterwords i beg for it
i ask for truths to connect with other truths
unearth, dig and hunt for truths that may give wisdom
i am human
a spirit molded animal
so it is by my instincts and lust that the fabric of the "real " is unveiled
It is a voracious and tempestuous wind.
It is a searing lust of the mind that needs the divine
a hunger
an unending hunger
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