There is one way to approach a topic,
                                                               then there is the Other way.

ome people pay thousands of dollars for some clarity, only to befuddle their mental lucidity. We print words sharply to convey things dully. Say things pointedly only to incite insanity. There are very few things I hold as dear as my own lucidity, hard to believe when my words have you doubt my mental stability.

I find it at odd times, when the clouds are dark and faces sombre is one. When the voices come, a muffled crowd only I can hear. When silence comes from within muting the cacophony of life's sound.

I doubt this will be a long post, the more I type the more resigned I become, not clarity but absence. Maybe that is what the above is instead of insight I merely turn a blind eye.

                   We do not need to pay thousands of dollars for a clear picture.
                                              We can see clearly through fog, walls or even buried alive.

                       Pause

                                                                                   Lucidity