Constant
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

Is there something underneath it all?
Pleasant smiles, Pictures of sunsets
Jungles with iPhone holders on Your arm
What can You see?
What can You taste?
The bittersweet feeling of emptiness maybe?
How does that taste?
Pitch black pain of loneliness
Have You ever tasted that?
It’s always simmering right under the surface
Even in the midst of the most gorgeous sunset
What comes after that?
Only darkness
And the silent cries of desperation
Constant is the change between light and dark
Between Noah’s arc and Dante’s Inferno
That’s where You begin
Ian Altosaar
