Behind the curtain

What of the world behind the curtain?

I search and I search,yet,

one thing is certain.

Of this I am sure,

a sensation escapes through every single pore.

My heart screams it

from the bottom of my soul

deep within my curled up bowels,

a sensation so strong it’s hard to endure.

Millions upon millions of neurons firing, speeds so great its hard to keep focus.

Electric pulses within vibrating,

giving way to ideas never before spoken.

My eyes have unseen,

My mind has seen.

A fragment of reality soon materializes.

I see it,

a truth I’ve been pursuing.

This is the truth behind that curtain;

I have no idea what I am doing.

It slaps me in the face on a crisp, winter’s night;

soon I realize that nothing is for certain.