A Pondering

Today I discovered within the universe a world I could never be a part of. Today, within myself I discovered the inner essence of a beauty devoid of emotions and sentiments. It is neither satisfying or productive, it exists simply for the for the purpose of existing.

It breathes and eats like any other but lacks the genuineness of it's original. Time, in this sense is meaningless and hope, much like its predecessor has been long dashed. The skeletons that line the darkest, innermost caverns of this closet feign innocence at the secrets buried within the cavities of her bones. Pray tell, whom amongst you truly desires to know how it feels? Whom amongst you deeply wishes to unravel desire at the rawness of its core? Could you handle it?