In a single moment,
life ripped apart the last visage of illusion
from my mind;
tearing away the memories that I viewed through,
everything I belonged to…desperately held onto.
I have been painting a portrait of existence;
Each brush stroke filled with the pigment of significance,
masking what was really there.
Behind the window dressing,
reality is laid bare–
an empty space of naked seeing.
How does it feel?
Quiet. Vacant. Still.