Alveolar Osteitis

Paint swirls and shadows curl.
As the stitch comes loose, the wound lies bare.
My reality is going to snap.

On the swirling astral planes of subconsciousness,
a puddle of goo scribbling obsessions, riding the waves of concentric realities,

looking to understand the paradoxical notion of eternity,
and the possibility that existence is nonexistent.

What if God really is there?

When are you filling in the gaps?

Every moment of every day. Since everything is based off of assumptions, and knowing anything for certain is impossible, every decision and every thought is filling in to yourself the gap. The assumptions you make everyday are simply a way for your mind to ignore the fact that nothing is certain, and pretend that some sort of sense can be made. Reality is a gap, and a gap full of gaps full of gaps.