my words are merely the surface - the shimmering, undulating droplets of thought that rise and fall with the tides of love and fear, memories and dreams; the tides that pull us through time, our driving forces. beyond the surface, beyond what eyes can see, beyond what hands can touch, lies a lost world, omnipresent yet invisible, like a mirage that lingers in your mind long after it has left your eyes and pushes you to madness with its memory. a lost world where no light reaches and yet all is clear, where the pressure is crushing and yet the heart thrives. words are the key and the door and the window to this world, through which the soul passes and finds the mysteries that lie beneath. my words are the surface, concealing a hidden realm, abounding with life. my words are the genesis; my love is the end.