If only ... all of me has substance and affirmed my existence

only to be proven wrong and only to be teared away like pieces of paper

scattered on the ground and be left alone like ashes from a dead bonfire.

But these are inert,intangible like a lost dream...
We follow footsteps where does it leads us?

To nothingness?
                               To forgetfulness?

Away from everything that is known...

-morsel penumbra