Can you imagine it?

Of course not.

You're just as much a thought as I am an artist.

However there is a question, are we regardless of speculation and knowledge being puppeted about.

Are your thoughts or the labyrinth to contain them more than the will and writings of a twisted puppeteer.

No matter what we find as beauty, a world full of voice, a sickly creature weaving death like a tapestry that envelops the entirety of Terra, or even a simple animal.

What might you find when you awake?

A reality being spun by the voice of thought, full of joy beyond belief?

Perhaps you find death to be beauty in what would by most be considered a sickly way?

I have found it hard to believe even through machinations of what may or could have been, or even what there is twisted and disfigured beyond belief that maybe?

No.

There is purpose to this madness it must be assured.

Through the thought of purpose will come light, even a glimpse to show the truth of thought.

The way the Moon will dance through the trees at night and show the world as what it could be, it is surely with a purpose.

Even through the deluge of madness, faux insanity there is a light be it reddened with a clouded mind or blood I do not know.

To remember that you are who you may believe is what tries us in the Terran hellscape that we call home.

So I do wonder what will your mind find as you wonder and who may you be when you return?

Perhaps you will be whole once more and I may rest my tired eyes.