The Truth Is More Important Than The Facts

can you feel the cold? the coils around your heart? the black circles on your spine? does your hand twitch with its movement?
it is the worm in your head and the snake in the grass. its teeth are in your nerves. and it is in your veins. like black liquid, it flows through you, but you are not alarmed. like a baby born blind, you know nothing else. what is in you is apart of you. its wings flutter with your heart. when your mind yearns for peace, it cries out from your bones. you yearn to leave and your skin explodes with its pain. it stirs to change and you collapse with fear. it is you and you are it, the thorn in each otherís side. it aches in your joy and you writhe with its sorrow. and so, in the end, i and you are one and it and us are one and all are equal and unable and balanced in pain, power, sorrow, and life...... if there still is one. after all, that is the real question, isn't it? if two lives are one and both are none is there any left behind?