When I wake up in the morning,
The smell of coffee and the warmth of sunlight remind me that I cannot reason about the beauty they have.
When I look at the face of a woman, I cannot quite escape the oceans and forests that I see in her eyes.
What is quiet often comes to me, too loud.
What is neglected often comes to me, too significant.
I drag myself along, not being able to answer others for the very notion that, I do not know anything.
It is life that I constantly attempt at questioning and answering but all to be denied by the idea of absurdity.
Stripped of what I used to call meanings, I couldn’t but to find something within myself.
And that very attempt, lands me on the battles of thoughts, which can only be seen through words.
Thus I stay, though I cannot quite tell, if I do.
Rebel 