Poetry--Sane Moment of Truth
Beauty is the antiquity of the outside world, the innocence of a spring day, the purity of untouched snow.
However the inside is more muddled than a Monet up close, more complex than the philosophies of Aristotle.
Philosophy is but the thought of wisdom construed from the experience one has endured.
The fragrant spring rain nourishing the thought that surrounds what bestows the soul.
Absorbing through the very roots of one’s being, slowly penetrating, nearly piercing, the bleeding heart and then the mind.
Although as a whole, unique, yet rarely ever understood. Few have cared to know both sides traveled…the darkness and the light.
The beauty of soft kisses of cool wind after a storm, breaking way the darkness, allowing the light to shine.
Instead would rather destroy the true philosophical beauty of what the lays inside…than to accept what is set before him.
One may wonder why depression exists; truly it is the insanity coming to a sane moment of truth—the truth that is only known to the beholder.