The world only exists in your eyes-- your conception of it. You can make it as big or as small as you want to. And you're trying to be a little puny individual. By God, if I ever cracked, I'd try to make the world crack with me.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up

I am forged
In fires of sorrow
Where they say
No man is an island
The rumor is
Time heals all wounds
So if that's the truth
Then why am I still bleeding?
Chris Thomas, Catacombs (Why Am I Still Bleeding)

I wander the catacombs
weary and alone.

In the infernal heat
I perspire.

A journey perpetuated
by an uncanny ability
to feel the
estuary
of
superstition
and
supernatural.

Lead to
the deeper mystery
of
reality versus perception

where

we question

Truth.
Judy Ponceby, Seeking

Ain't No Sunshine, Sydni Perry