The depth of truth.

When I see you, stranger, we call this first impression.
Your voice, attire, skin, hair style..
This evidence is no joke.
But what lies underneath the surface is..
You're ideas, perspectives, beliefs..
I cannot be certain as of what you say,
Compared against the scars and moles upon your skin portrayed..
It is not for I cannot see thus not believe.
For I cannot see the smell nor see the voice in which you speak! ;)

From within inwhich you release, clarity is ceased, regardless the magnitude of sense you attempt to make..
For these elements while they speak, portray, scent, fabricate and taste,
I cannot perceive what they purely are expressed behind the closet of masquerade.

It is the underlying truth I wish for you, stranger, to prove.
But all I can do is either "doubt" or "trust" you.
After this shell dies, we can finaly interally be alive,
And find that this, that was a lie, is now certain truth.
While previous reality become the conception, the joke, the abstraction, the false physicality. - AtR