Sometimes in order to know the truth

You have to sift through all the lies to find it.

What is light without the darkness?  

The things we want to do but keep not doing?

The right ones against the wrong ones,

They weave a pattern and form a habit,

A checkered image of light and shadows

You and me

With eyes sweeping the page

From left to right, top to bottom to find our center,

Squeezing a context out of different emotions

Trying to understand and make sense.

Angling a bigger picture , diagonalizing

Tucking corners, knotting ties in an attempt at association

And failing…

But  failing lends reason for continuity

To keep trying,

Failing and trying…

Truth and lies,

Love and pain…

You and me,

An endless lesson in contexture.