3 months on.

Lingering in my mind.
you weaved your web.
bit every itch of my brain
poison flowing, toxins circulating

Even though you left
your web still remains
hard to clear your silky web

                         Im finding myself again
without you

Loving is like
Hanging on a cliff
Once you fall,
There's no coming back

Most try to climb up
Some succed, some fail

But, they don't understand
That there's happiness
In letting go too

Let go and who knows?
Maybe you'll fall somewhere
You'd never want to
Climb up from

I am aware
Ignorance is bliss.

Yet,

I am aware.

I am too awake.

I am fully conscious!

This shall be the death
Of all my progress

I am aware!
Can you numb me again?

My mind is poisonous

I am aware

I am my own

                    worst enemy.

Language was created
So we could better understand eachother

And 5,500 years later
thats what we're still trying to do

I have no hunger
I have no ambition
so why am I content?

I have all that I need I think
but others constantly want more
so why am I full while they starve?

are people just greedy?
ungrateful? I ask

No.
ambition is a vehicle
driving us to success

My car crashed a while ago
not a wreck
a crash.

I want to be a romantic.
not a Romantic romantic,
but a romantic that can write romantically.
just a romantic