Question the Abyss- the deep, dark, inexpressible Truth.

how could i ever be hiding anything, when my life revolves around visions and sitings of my unconscious world, purging the muck that i swim in day to day, in writing, in dreams, in delirium, in passion, in my deepest rawest emotions and thoughts, drowning in night after night, how could my life have ever un-expressed truth to anyone i love, to my day to day survival, to... my-self... to present myself tangled in slime wrapped or trapped in my own familiar demons?