Believe... in something

Close, though hardly touching.
Quiet, yet somehow deafening.

Somehow things turn this way. Different from what we have been conditioned to believe. We look for the truth through tainted eyes, that expect what to see before it sees it.

Loved, over and above all alone.
Born, still not truly living.

Over life and death lies the mystery. Beyond the wall, across the vast spaces between what is and what should be. Across vast meadows, vast oceans, vast skies, vast space, the vastness of the mind, infinite in possibilities and as endless as peering into the eyes of your true love.

Because time stops, and nothing exists anymore, because it doesn't have a need to.