Amalgam.
This morning I pondered a means of expressing my mind in the simplest of lines. Regardless of what I may have stated in the wake of my delirium, the longing for those most beautiful memories kept hold. Unrest brings lucidity to otherwise clouded gleanings of pain and joy, love and scorn that we seemingly conceal beneath our consciousness, beneath our guise. There is only so long that we can dance these masquerades before our legs grow tired and our tears foil the facade. How and when we choose to strip ourselves of self-effacing pretenses in turn determines when we may openly recognize the extraordinary changes which accompany each worldly revolution. Indeed, inevitability of fate ought to be more recognized, even valued, for its power transcends all of our supposedly precognitive certainties. Surmising that you will come across this, then perhaps you will also arrive upon the same axiom which confronted me at my home destination, far away from all the heated turmoil-- the answer : wasnt here.