Past fears
Powerless Shadows,
Are you only present in my mind?
Untruth
time is indifferent- the physical fades into memories, captivating segments of events that were only perceived through presupposed eyes.
Constructs
Religion is my addiction. Whether it be in the form of a book or a pill.
Jewels hanging on broken necks, flaunting beguiling satisfaction,
occupying these shoes with broken toes.
Watching love leave dust.
Bringing aching souls to empty bottles. It always runs out.
full of myths which leave me skeptic. Moths in my closet
Who wants this wounded animal
Glittering light danced in the moonshine, creamy galaxies teased, promising an unfathomable continuance.
It was nice to have something consistent. Always Alone.
Giddy laughter collided with clenched lips.
Beyond perspective,
Lies a sea of reality,
Amongst an Ocean lacking definition,
Void of truth.
Did you ever get the chance to dream?
What is a dream?
I’d like to know.
The waves roll on
Like my thoughts.
I wrote one time. The chaos in my mind was eating my heart.
Today I looked in the mirror, staring through vague eyes that proclaimed fear.
Deeper I gazed into the glass, thinking the truth might be behind. Each minute aroused superficial reassurance, of hope or something concrete.
o Sleeplessness: earplugs, blanket over head, pm pills, alcohol, etc
Open, upright and forgiving; the heart must forget to remember-
Dropping ego boundaries completely until love sees no mirrors.
Being
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