(I found this in my private livejournal from the beginning of the summer and thought it was worth sharing.)

Perfect Form
I watched your back as you ran, distraction took it's chance and cast me tumbling down that hole where forgotten desires fall. "death isn't real, life is a dream" the void tells me, but wise words fall on deaf ears tonight.

We live in search of reason,
reason for what?
Life? Death? Love?
The truth is that reason is a concept fabricated by man to tame our race.
Nothing has a purpose
Life is a coincidence
Death is the awakening
The escape from the deceit
The return of the mind to it's intended blissful and perfect form
for that with no form has no flaw.
So live the dream
and await your awakening
when all your troubles disappear and all your delights become unnecessary.