Unrevealing yet revealed.

Your voice. 
Your ambition.
Your possibilities...
Falling endlessly into a relevant yet deranged hole...
Seeing nothing but dirt and mold...
Focusing on deepening my unwinding mind into my full yet dull soul....

I find that there is nothing to be found,
Flying June bugs and fireflies among me;
Words being eaten by previous words..
There is no longer a feeling of dispair and looking among my reluctant yet reasonable sought & intuition 
I feel not to feel the feel ...

It was real.......