Fragments of forgotten dreams Lost in fallen understandings. Apathy for all that was meant which now is almost opposite of be… Striving to be close to perfection
Nameless faceless nothing i face, i touch and risk being devoured by. Nothing i want to do or be;just be home, just be free. Nothing inspiring me to be, just everything i want to let go...
thought I found it, the joy within but it seems to take almost nothin… for the negative to seep in. happiness turns to hatred, spiralling into everything.
Stop trying so hard to be good, always good, perfect. Be TRUE b YOU be UNafraid to be that!
sometimes it is only madness that… where heart sings magical fairytal… the mind can not believe, lest it think itself mad. But the whole world is madness,
theres torment living within me distracted and busy for long enoug… I do not see. But in stillness the truth of me b… my torment digs in its heels
It is through the vastness of All… on and on shall it go aimlessly journeying, wandering what a difference a focal point ca… changing nothing other than how u…
the hidden stories the truth that lay unbidden inside all of us. we all tear and our tears bear the same value
hardly anyone wants truth anymore they barely look we’re all just happy with the sale…
Give me a battle Give me a war Show me a problem and I will jump the hurdle But please, please
When lost in the Dark, you are de… yet Lights can b misleading, often… Still it is the guide through the… Where must you stand to see lights… Truely if you do value love or tru…
And yet and still So strange, I do not comprehend i cannot understand just what is happening inside me, or perhaps outside
none other than self for why would anyone want or need to take time from their very own lives to see the me only I see? so indulgent in the loathsome thing...
