Dissolved

There are no treasures to be found on earth, all have disintegrated into an underground atmosphere, invisible to all who cannot sense the totality of nature. Strengthening tides of birth, sloshing above a person's worth, suddenly cascading off the side of a mountainous height. Flying, nothing holding the being of this soul, floating to the outermost dimensions where no other soul has dared to venture. Likely aspirations never being contained, only smashed to splinters, sticking through a brain of feelings. Cushioning sacred hues of breath within, an outcast, spent and forlorn, finishing it's tour of duty, now returning home to a place of honor. In the cavity of a life once lived, now not able to raise it's head from the pillowcase of unhesitant death. Falsely accusing every particle not understood, retaliating in inner grief, the knowledge of truth and trust having been dissolved on the lips of a liar.