Every lover was a different song

On expansion

A line (align)

things either pull you in or pull you a part – you recognize this, that’s where you start.

And we all race to the finish line to discover that it doesn’t exist

a dream, a nightmare, or something in-between.

A vast awakening.

As If the entire world shared the same nightmare in one night.

input/output (a balancing act)

My head is filled with too much things

I need a brainwashing

A brainwashing

My head is loud with too much sounds

I need a silencing

An ear cleansing

A thought mending

My sense is covered in too much feel

I need a sit still

A sit still

My canvas is too covered in colours

It’s too filled

I’m too full

I need an emptying

An expressing

Modern life

Got us walking around in delusory states, constant consumption of artificial intake

Denial

The pain would split me in two if I let it. If I gave it access to my insides. Split me right open. Turn me inside out. Leave me no safe place to hide. I can feel it coming in around me. Closing in on me. I can feel it surrounding everything. When it feels hard to breath. When you turn the music up a little more loudly. All I know is suffering. I don’t want this suffering. All I know is suffering. Not this time. I won’t let you in. I won’t let you win. I don’t want to grieve anymore. I’m so tired of it. My body has dropped down on the floor, as I sit and write this. My body isn’t with me anymore.

Don’t take in so much noise that you drown out your own sound

Your self

It can’t be found ‘cause it needs to be created