Echoes of a distant past
The scribbling of a mad man, left isolated away from existence, on a vacant wall, in an abandoned building, that time forgot. These things do not concern someone who ignores the world as it flickers by with a fleeting moment. In this moment, he struggles to find purpose. This is further justified in his own reasoning. Acknowledgment is far from accomplished as self recognition is inevitable. Has purity embraced his being again? Will the tainted soils of life be washed away? He dreams of that clouded radiance, longing for these rancid chunks to fall from his soul. The radiance surrounds him and embraces his being with gentle warmth. The clouds begin to disperse as he slowly realizes it is only a dream as he is snapped back to the harsh realities of existence.