Another moment in eternity has come to pass and once again vermin has survived the woven tapestry of fate's design. Each day lived seems of a dream that binds me to a world of organized ignorance. I float through the sun's reign over the sky. Admits the shadows I cower in my imagination when the moon gazes into my soul. The weight of a forgotten world is my burden to bare as I journey through a haze hiding the path. There is no tomorrow until my heart has lived that beat and my blood has nourished me for another day. Today is every breath I take and each thought filled with assuming hope that there will be a tonight. With all of humanity's grand accomplishments, the only thing desired are the questions. Monuments last for centuries, even thousands of life times; yet questions are eternal in their birth and death. Reborn countless times through the unknown until answered, spawning a new generation of mystery to expand our minds. How many thoughts do we have within a day of our lives? Which are entwined as a whole and which merely run rampant, bursting out like sparks from a fire? They are every where and they are the basic foundation of our lives.

Questions are the spiritual bread and water fueling me to follow the path consumed by diverse under growth. Wandering aimlessly, each tiny inquiry stirs emotions deep within. My body separate from my spirit, I know not how to live. Anger swells within me against my will feeding a beast whom I despise. I'm cold though my blood runs warm and hardened by a heart of flesh. I desire to be one of those who smile without a mask. How their inner-self gleams like a star within the darkness of their eyes and true joy flows from their laughter. I wear a mask. During my life for as long as memory serves, I have created masks time and time again. I became what I believed would be the best for the time and changed when environments became new. I lost myself within a riddled web of faces, thoughts and traits. Every day of every year was filled with lessons that groomed me into a warped enigma of human emotions. I forgot those thoughts and promises I made myself as a child. Growing into the world as another soul in search of everything and finding nothing. In the end I always turn too the one who I fear and respect the most...me. I sit and stare into that eerie reflection only to find those same eyes staring back. There is no spark, only a glossy haze and inquisitive shade of green.

Now here I sit filled with emotions that are fuel by so many cursed questions. This moment in my mortal adventure is one of confusion. I yearn for so much yet my fear consumes me. I've experienced such a deep love that it has driven me from all, even myself. I know not what I seek. I know not the answers nor the questions to precede them. I wonder the total beats of my heart to this night. How many breaths have entered and escaped my chest? Which lesson am I learning? Who am I for this period and what mask shall I wear? In the end, before I close my eyes until a hopeful new day, what questions will form within dreams and without? What moment am I living in and what day is it again?