Twilight Zone

Things lie untouched except in your imagination...
My spartan existence tries to comprehend words that seemed to have altered with the changing times but still exist with the same meaning in books that gather dust...
Prose, poetry, philosophy a source of impertinent schisms...
Mind draws a zilch to reality...
Hidden doubts surface, giving form to a premonition long subdued and perhaps forgotten...
Perceptions are hay wired, efforts futile in distinguishing the pretentious from the nots...forgetting that authenticity is a myth...
Does structure always lead to a foundation?
Everything so obvious, so predictable that it does not require a cause to rebel anymore...
Distractions are inseparable...
My mind swaying around in varied directions...
Trying to fit in, to revolt, to resurrect.... to re learn from the past...