The more I learn and the more knowledge I obtain, stories of leather without the lace, 3 without the crowd, touch without the feel, the more I feel as though I have entered into a deep hole. This rabbit hole is endless and spans back to a walk on a winter eve, pondering the truths that are now rethought. Perhaps I never knew the real man inside, the real expression behind the mask and the true desire of the heart? Was I deceived for that long? The rabbit hole offers no answers sadly, rather offering more questions - perhaps, however, the answers lay in the cursed knowledge I continue to receive now. When all actions betray the promises made, when all of the present contradict that which was once desired, the conclusions are logical.
Perhaps this knowledge is a blessing wrapped in a curse; to give the insight needed to satisfy the rabbit hole.
