it echoes loud and clear,
a thunderstorm passing by.
reverberating within my mind,
bringing with it flashes of confusion,
bolts of newfound understanding,
With it I have lost all sense of identity.
This diversity thunderstorm is new territory,
lands desperate for travel & discovery.
Who am I?
What do I feel is correct?
I'm lost wandering through the rain.
Where am I in this life
I was 14
I knew where I was heading
I'm like a tidal wave
Nuances of blue and black
Calm before the storm
Raging in different directions
Every single way
I'm able to go in all directions.
The sun sets in behind my horizon
The wind is blowing
Taking me east
Calm before the storm.
my normal emotions.
what is it like to be content?
to be normal.
to be happy.
i know i deserve it,
i strive to get there.
when will it happen;
when will i see myself clearly?
i want to look in the mirror and smile,
not scowl at my face.
i want to love myself;
i can love everyone else but myself.
i just need to know the key to it,
to being content.
to being happy to be alive.
Why do I feel like all my energy is drained
Why do I have to fight so hard to remove your stains
Why is your love causing so much pain
"Why don't you just leave?"
I guess because I'm a white knight...
I can't leave until the caged bird takes flight
And I know that she'll be alright.
And well I guess I'll stay
I broke a heart once
so I guess I'll stay
I can be your shining light that leads the way
as we continue to play
for the sake of love
The one question ive been asking myself
What is love?
Is it the moonlit walks that give romance a name?
Is it that feeling of a fire building deeply inside?
Is it that butterfly that flutters when they call your name?
Is it the tears that flow down your face like a river?
Is it the shield that stops a bullet from piercing your skin?
Is it the choice to wake up everyday and say your feelings haven't changed?
alone in mind
alone in body
alone in spirit,
and lonely heart.
to sleep you go
and all the words
die on my fingertips,
all the questions
move to take their spots
I'll likely never again
find the courage to ask,
here's to hoping
isn't everything a metaphor,
just a fragment of our conscious?
isn't what we call the universe,
just our mind's creation?
isn't everything we know,
just electrical impulses and neurones?
isn't our perception of self,
just an impermanent idea?