As abstract as I like it to be

There will be times 

when it will be too hard to bear this thing called living

There will be times when this so called reality 

will rip your guts wide open and will devour your heart with outmost gluttony 

And then a moment will come when your veils will be shed

and all of a sudden you will know that reality is nothing more than a never ending cosmic dance between one's brightest light and deepest shadow

As truthful to others as a battlefield covered by an invisible cloak

If in that moment, my friend, you catch yourself wondering "in the end who am I really?"

Then search for what lifts your being into serenity  

For me, as I speak on behalf of my soul, it has come to be the thought of God and Nocturne No. 1 in B flat minor. 

What's yours?