Quote – “Why all Truth is Simple” – 9/9/2020

“Characterize truth as complex, and one is back to the problem, the question for what the answer is. For is the answer not the given truth? To be left in the dark, to be left in ignorance, is the problem. To search for the truth, is to search for simplicity. No truth can be complex like the question, like the confusion, like the disarrangement. The one who found the truth even more complex than the question for it, is the one who discovered but another lie.”

– Modern Romanticism

Quote – “To ask a Question, with no Answer” – 6/16/2020

“Where is the use in asking a question, though possess no certainty in one’s answer to it? Where is the point in being comforted by question? Are schizophrenics next to say they’re comforted by their own fears? They are tormented by them, and a schizophrenic feels more uncertainty than any other person. Why ask a question with no answer to it? It makes one think they are ecstatic through their confusion. It makes one think that the world needs no leadership, since leadership is the epitome of having an answer to give. How does leadership form, if not due to the individual certainty for what can be solved of a question? It is to say that a question without an answer, is like a nation without its ruler. It is sheer chaos.”

– Anonymous

Poem – “Desperate and Lonely” – Grief

As my arms extend outwards,
To reach for what I had lost,
There’s only the air,
And only a strand of hair,
To embrace,
I have touched the edge of a bed.

I have made my home a nest,
Of emptiness.
I have become one with
Loneliness and grief.
It is because of an agony,
One with so much melody,
Within her gruesome cries,
To my eyes.

And outwards, my arms grope,
For the burning rope,

Where she once hung,
As if executed,
Upon wooden gallows.
For the world to see, and to bury me,
Beneath a tide of grief.
Oh, love! Have you gone away from me?

The feeling of its infinity,
Mocks the place of my belonging.

There, too, is our destiny,
Where wishes surface in a pool of blood,
In a heart so burdened by memory.