it's like you look up and you see what's not there
there's a chaotic symphony playing along to your footsteps
seconds fly by and you can't even stop anything.
what's coming has passed
it's just bewildering. one moment you're sitting there and then the next moment you're blinking
a lash drifts to the floor as hours move by
you can't get that lash back
and then there's a star in the sky and you look and the TV isn't even on anymore,
it won't power on
it's like a walk in the woods when the wind is cool degrees
I can't even explain how life is
who can?
it’s unreal
why do we constantly thirst for illusions passed?
there's a wall of filmic images playing on repeat in the eyelids
I don't even know where to go
but I have to say something
I can't just not know
dwelling on irony unexplained
there’s so much depth to the sense of feel
you hold soul in your palms
we envision all that is and all that is not
all that could be and all that never will be
it’s like laying on a cloud of hollowness
you know you’re going to fall
but you live for that fall
curiosity doesn’t kill you
you kill curiosity
you kill every darling
only to wish to resurrect them
forget-me-nots don’t blossom here
the seeds of profundity have been planted
yet they are never reaped
we fail to sow what matters too often
I do
when you stand on rocks you see the world in full view
but you never plunge
sporadicalness is your best friend
it haunts you
blood can’t be tainted
we mix liquids of insignificance
can purpose be found?
can it be taught?
we try so hard to seek out the definitions
but darkness swallows whole
regurgitating every ounce of what little dignity we have left
you can’t mask sorrow
you let it live on your face
you let those lines mold your outcome
you fight the outcome
there’s a twisted sense of self-righteousness
we’re self-absorbed
I am
a self-centeredness so revolting
the mirror degrades
but it’s important
we must understand our image
we never will
but we try
you see the expressions in the crowd
an implosion of a sense of self
all reaching for that last saving grace
the last drips of your water gently pour onto your tongue
finality is fine-tuned
you hear life’s harmony
the flutes toll for everyone
there is no ringing
time is soundless
silence bursts into existence
the shades of color fade
shadow always survives
in the end, we see
everlasting totality shines
let the void crumble
shed the insecurities
but never forget their impact and necessity
bathe in bare essence
you are born. you are dead.
but you lived
that’s enough
we hope
hope is insufficient
a falsehood
I'm not always right
unfortunate truth
truth: that's what should be found, constantly
a sacred honesty
I watch the pores of my skin grow impatiently open and through them I see doorways to my demons
I walk on the surface of a tempered sun
yet it flares with intensity when the occasion calls for it
it is time
plummet into that beautiful and horrific mess.
there's serenity in the despair
your chaos is accepted
make known the conscious and unconscious
actualize.
