the detailing of specific occurences

I find it entirely intriguing and questionable at times 

that i write nothing of true substance

no facts, no depth

words and emotions, vague and perceptual 

the irony is that if the opposite were to exist 

it was be the same 

shall I attempt?

Philosophical skepticism 

nihilism 

I know nothing

and nothing matters

I could dive deeper 

prove my "intelligence" 

but should I?

What sticks, lands

If growth, I'll still thrive 

generations of minds can lead to clues

but nothing should be taken as testimony 

I speak today not to defend myself

But rather debate my own mind on the truth 

Micro or macro, or anything in between 

Again I repeat, it means nothing 

Unless in the case it does 

Then I suppose I will see if specificity reigns supreme

However, the only matter at present is in maintaining personal satisfaction

It matters not what others think

Or the perception of your reality

The only that does survive is your own 

And that is the one that is master, curator, an

d creator of all Fact and fiction, pleasure and pain