Like a roller coaster you go.
Up or down in emotions.
And never steady for too long.
Like a roller coaster.
You run through your emotions to quick.
Without settling on one.
Passing by you like a blurr.
Side step the world baby,
Just move to the side.
See those things coming?
They would’ve hit you.
Figure out all you know. Do you know much about yourself? Or maybe nothing at all. Like a white wall. Seems to be straight forward. But it takes in the light. Letting out a glare of it. What you see is not the reality. It is the illusion of it. - Ruptes
Freedom from your thoughts, is the real freedom you need. If you’re a slave to your mind what difference is the freedom granted to you?
I’ve never feared missing something.
Or someone so much until.
I felt that I lost them.
Toasting to the mind that I have,
It only knows how to cause me panic,
Anxiety, and pain.
Toasting to the death you are giving me,
Not the great job you do.
There is no way that any one can know
If I cry - is it always sadness?
Inpossible to know.
I say. I am always happy.
These tears scream JOY, even if it comes out in pain.
Watch me light her up.
Put the torch to it.
Warm it up pass the burn.
Have it close to me.
And when I breath I make it, me.
Within me it creates clouds.
Those that people say yuck to.
Those of which I enjoy.
Because in the exhale it takes it all.
The stress and anxiety.
Nothing better than this smoke.
There is - No way!
This is destined to be this way.
To look at it differently is to lose reality.
For this is what’s already here.
And thinking of what it was or could be.
Is a thought on the mind of a person with fear.
Take it for the solidness that it holds.
For your thoughts are hallow wishing to be known.
And only you will feed it your time.
Who knows them, but you.
This is what it’s supposed to be.
Deal with this first and never what you wanted it to be.
Nothing stands still and ever so slightly everything moves.
Hair super messy.
As if the wind has been waving.
Though she’s in the room - not outside.
She’s panting with exhaustion.
Definitely, she’s been working hard.
She’s definitely excited.
Though happiness doesn’t seem to be it.
The wind is not there for the hair.
The air is not there for the hugs.
The panting is not from sitting.
She’s been fighting.
Against the suctions of my mind.
Trying to bring me back.
There are many a ways
To get somewhere
But the somewhere
Is always the same.
The sun so bright.
Yet the darkness is so deep.
There is no shine.
Everything is a dark pit.
Drowning out all light.
Even though the sun is so bright.
A yellow dot in a dark sky.
There is really no light.
The darkness outshines the light.