I never thought twice about it
Catching a glimpse of her from behind.
Red stilettos, long slender legs
Tight black dress,
Orb like body.
Though the thought of approaching her never crossed my mind
I noticed that one of her stilettos came off as she hurried to wherever she was headed.
I made haste, calling out to grab her attention reaching to grab the missing shoe before she got too far in front of me.
She hesitated coming to a complete stop.
Seeming that she was one of those girls that was always on the go.
Very accomplished, well educated.
But her here, out of all places.
Something seemed off.
She gave the appearance that she had to make it to wherever she was going
So I rushed the shoe over to her.
The thought of something so innocent never crossed my mind to be so fatal.
The closer I approached the stiller she became.
Alone in the dark,
Along the troubles of the world this I understood and assured her that I meant no harm.
Shoe in hand, I extended my arm attempting to give her shoe back.
I took one more step,
At this pivotal moment is where I wished that gut instinct kicked in.
At this same exact moment is when she turned around.
Revealing that not all was what it appeared to be.
An couple sets of extra eyes, a few extra legs.
This was where my arachnophobia began
I want to run away, run far away from this world. To a new place and live like a happy soul.
I want to fly, fly high in the sky, get lost in the clouds, breath in blue sky.
This monotonous life is not my type, this sick place, is not what i like.
I want to run, Run away from everyone, to a parallel world, Where life is, Pretty and fine.
Meet new people and talk.
Talk about love and life,
Know their dreams, Their favourite things, Their experiences and their perspective towards life.
Get Inspired by them and love my life too.
I want to run to a place with everything beautiful and nice.
The problem with people nowadays
Is they demand too much
a dollar and a daydream nowadays is never enough
Everyone wants to be fucking rich
but they just sit around looking at trees
How the fuck can that happen
I see virgins wishing they were fucked
But when in the moment, chicken out
If that wasn't enough to fuck things up
Then why do you want it?
Why do you want something you're not sure of?
Why do I want you?
With all your blasphemies and bullshits
From day till night
I fucking want you
My mind is set on pursuing you
but nowadays, that's not enough
wanting you will never be the same as having you
I will even take a bullet for you
but that bullshit will never be enough
To win you over
Nothing is ever enough
Not even the universe
There is such thing called
Man's never-ending need for perfection
Stars explode during daytime,
firecrackers produce my ashes
burnt to death ,
I see an oasis far away
soaking up in the desert
with the faux Pyramids behind,
sand flies into my humble vortex
revealing my secrets hid behind the curtain
it’s too passé !
my shoes run off with the tide
rubbing against the scales of a Tuna
my feeble conscience is hidden behind those doors
playing hide and seek for long,
I drink every thirst of water
capturing the swarm in my jar
margarita flows in the canals of Venice
creating drunkards by the mast,
my boat where Venus reigns
sinks in the depths of my soul
lifeless limbs swim my wretched body away
I embrace the black moon .
In school, I was always getting spoken to about the length of my sentences; I used semicolons more than anyone else my teacher had ever met and he always asked me why I didn't just end the sentence and begin again; I always told him that I was scared to end one if I wasn't sure it was finished yet; what if it wanted another chance? What if it was ready to start again? I wrote an essay in which the entire introduction was one long sentence, it went on for two pages and I had to rewrite it three times because it was not concise enough. I grew worried that I'd end up the same way the rest of my life; what if I was always too scared to end things because I wasn't sure if I would be able to start from scratch? What if I held on to one thing for too long and lost the chance of another one hatching and what if I never learned how to start fresh? I was always used to starting over, but it's different when you're older. You don't start over with the same white heart, you start over, carrying the bruises you got from fighting for years and you start over knowing that any move could be the one that ends your sentence and you start over knowing you're creating run-on after run on but you don't care as long as your words have somewhere safe to go; you don't care as long as they know they're welcome there, because god knows they weren't anywhere else.
I have taken the path to isolation,
with a fearful heart and a jaded soul
Definitely, it is not a vacation,
but to find out, what was stole
It is a fight-
towards self destruction,
towards self-inflicted pain,
feeding myself a dose of depression
mind you, it's a pleasing mental game
But my fragments are made of frailty
and my mind always betrays me
there is always a lingering shadow
and I am fearing the unknown
They say it's just all in the mind
What can I do, my mind is a disaster
So I decided to go away and find
what my mind can't master
So yeah, I have taken the path to isolation
No need to say good bye,
I'll come back when it's over
I'll come back when I'm whole