The Truth Sits Alone
I want everything to be all one thing. There must be some order amidst all this disorder, though I cannot see it clearly through all my confusion, and the countless layers of my human being. Somewhere, deep inside of something (or is it in Someone?), lies a particle called truth, both indivisible and infinite. Truth sits alone - precarious, siloed, incapable of becoming something greater, within its perfect and pretentious singularity.
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