Follow the descending line

Follow the descending line.   
I exist to follow truthfulness.  
I’m here with my motorcycle helmet by my side 
Able to eat a slice of chess pie 
In a town called Snow Camp
North Carolina. 

If there is only one path, why am I here, I asked.  
Truth is right here, in this diner, today.  

Truth exists in stillness, 
In fire before the match is struck, 
In a pond on a cool morning,
In thunder buried deep within a mountain.   



“I was focused on my phone.   It brought me so much happiness.   It was the perfect size.   If happiness was a size, it would be the size of my phone as I looked at it from 6 inches away from my face.”