confusion

Fields of images painting a utopian world, vivid voices slipping into my porous thoughts.. textures, tastes, and smells working up a tattered soul searching for what had little time to harvest.. Trying to feel the shape of a feeling as it fumbled in darkness... doubting whether it's possible to find anything if it is nothing without it.. hoping one day the distance will disappear and disolve between a returning warmth.. waiting for the next crossing.. what truth can be found in a broken world?