and the thing that matters most

you cant see or feel this certainty

it can touch you or break you

no matter how hard you or it tries

nothing can separate your nothingness

there is no connection inside this connection

what is to be will not

try and imagine the distance

both close and far 

it has a name made up not of numbers or letters

it is only an idea imagined by something sometime

you have a knowledge so well of these emotions towards it

they are so strong that you cannot see them or feel them

maybe tomorrow

the sound of silence consumes your mind 

in this moment you feel completely torn

so torn you live life of whole and unbroken

in this paradise of sorrow

and this dungeon of pleasure

this may be opposite but only as you see them

perception is the key to understanding

but understanding perception does not hold the key

the person does not make the words 

nor the reverse

everything stands alone and united

and the thing that matters most... 

has never once mattered to a soul