Movie role personalities
Authentically fake
I yearn to see behind the curtain of your charade
You're a character in a cast of self loathing, enslaved by internalized hate
Your mask worn, tightly secure
Hiding your sad eyes, overflowing with pain
Out of focus and opaque
You ignore, praying that it goes away
Pretending it has no effect
Till the hurt almost fades
Numb and alienating, kicking and screaming to escape
Telling me I will never understand
Then you push me away when I try to relate
Sharing similar experiences is seen as competition
You think I'm trying to minimize
Like I'm saying your life wasn't as hard as mine
Putting us at odds when I just want you to see that I see you
Understood and accepted
Judgement has no place here
But you can't seem to get it
Overstimulated by constant emotions
Bombarded until comfort is discovered in disarray
Chaos becomes normalcy
Peace is a stranger, serenity is mistaken for the enemy
You thrive in disorder and sabotage yourself
A rabid animal lashing out at help
Violently defending, evading my every attempt to break inside your shell
The embers of betrayal devastated your trust
The flames crackle and swell
Each breath labored
Saturated lungs blankened with every inhale
Alone and secluded, perfectly safe in delusion
Hypnotized by your own lies
Leaping desperation, crashing into impulsive conclusions
Penny thoughts and insufficient hopes
Ropes snap like broken promises
Held by a thread compromised by the weight locked away in your head
Dropping into the boggy water of the minds polluted well
Subconscious tongues conjure demons that utter generational spells
Far from the victim, you're the creator of this tormenting disposition
Your minds a purgatory, some kind of hell
Reminiscent of cold cement walls, steel slab sleep, confined in a cell
You let these devils in
With cunning wit, calculated and persuasive
A weakened mentality happily consenting, they sink their claws into your soul
Completing the bond of parasitic possession
The circulation of elations pulse is faint
Happiness flatlines into permanent stasis
All traces of joy evacuates your veins
Just a remnant of who you once were
An empty host ****** dry by lament
Too far gone, forever lost in the wilderness of obsession
Infatuated with your own suffering and depression

Hesitation made me miss
Opportunities turned into a wish
That I made the effort to be in your midst
I took the present for granted
Now Im haunted by my inaction when I reminisce
Plans pushed off and dismissed
Because I never considered a world in which you didn't exist
Denying delays processing, the news didn't stick
It took a few weeks before the reality hit
My numb stone face fortress diminished to piles of brick
Exposed and vulnerable
I've experienced death but none ever hurt like this
Life is fleeting, death is patient and waiting
Mortal shells fickle, their hold on our spirits strained with the days
The future perpetual in its becoming the past
Our lingering end appears random and quick
Indescriminate is the embrace of demise
Inevitable is its kiss
The debt of borrowed breath will one day seek repayment
Take time today, or spend tomorrow longing and aching
Don't waste life in fear, but never forget
You dont have forever, don't waste it wasting time
All we have is today, tomorrow never comes.

Infinite consciousness
The very source responsible for constructing everything that is
And so we came to be
In all of us is a piece of this divine energy
We are a direct expression of God
Each of us is a Universe of our own
As above so below
Tiny pixels configured into fractal patterns
Universal law applies to the largest galaxy the same way it does the smallest cell
The brains neuronal network is identical to that of the cosmic web
Could the Universe just be one giant brain?
Clusters of galaxies billions of light years across like brain cells creating synaptic connections
What if we are Gods and our minds are Universes too
Our imagination is manifesting consciousness forming stars and planetary ecosystems
The big bang could have been the birth of the God whos consciousness we reside in
Its mind exploding with activity as life electrified the body
I don't think we happened by accident
I believe the whole purpose of the Universe is to cultivate life and its probably filled with it
We refer to life as creation, and everything was created somehow
But why does anyone create?
For passion, expression, anything we make is art.
Whats left is a piece of the artists heart and soul.
What the creator produces is a direct rendition and interpretation of themselves
Trillions of planets evolve slowly with patience and precision
Without haste, this perfect reality is accomplished
Trees give off the oxygen we breath, and we exhale carbon dioxide for them in return
Perfect harmony
Some form of intelligence has to be responsible for this
This Macrocosm is too immaculate to have occurred by mistake.