Explorationism

I feel little else. Just the naked pursuit of purity. If only the chase could be paused for a while longer, I might become the predator instead of the prey. I realize, of course, the words I place on the monitor amount to no more than gibberish. It is a trick. A deceptive act meant to confuse, startle, annoy, and surprise. When words are cobbled together like a mermaid’s shoes, sunlight spills from everywhere except that crucial spot; that place nobody is willing to explore.