KKVA

The past continues
Much as it ever did
Evolving
As memories distort it
To conform
To some sort of
Ongoing personal narrative
The eventual direction
And purpose
Of which
Will never be truly understood
By anything
Or
Anyone

And
It could be seen as
A rapidly disintegrating
Vapour trail
Leading back towards
An enigma
Of which we know nothing
And never did
Or a path
That can be never retread
And yet
We put so much faith
In the past
Considering
How entirely inaccessible it is
And
How very talented we are
At deluding ourselves

And what do we know
Of anything?
We pay no attention
So busy
Authoring this
Inexhaustible
Life story
Which is
Just a tale
Written
By a madman
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing

But that’s ok
Because
It doesn’t have to mean anything
Unless you want it to
And
Maybe you do
I know I do

Because
This world
It’s insane
And
We’re all insane
But
That’s ok too

And
I suppose
All I’m looking for right now
Is
An equally insane person
With whom I could share
Soft spoken
Inconsequential words
An inconsequential life
And long dark nights
In the light of the world burning…