Fortune favouring the brazen and bold, the aether is passing on gifts untold, weaving the future, dismantling the past, these learnings we're taking on happen ever so fast. The whirring, the chaos, the mattering and facts. Showing me what strengths are and where there are lacks. Crushin' it, buffering wit, figuring out the issues. Figuring it, biggening it, avoiding the tissues. Everything needs solving, problem absolving, crafting patterns and habits to enforce the structure. Creating barriers and buffers, ignoring martyrs and fluffers, make a fabric free from puncture.

Sweet chaos and destruction I praise thy name. Making progress my burden, and danger my game. I need to title, no notoriety or fame, as long as the winds still fan the flame.

I have given you so many chances to be true with me, but is it all so convoluted in your mind that you can't see? There are so many levels that we could reach and be, I just wish our souls could be wild and free. It's not some treaty... I want authenticity... come be real with me, else all I have left to do is flee... maybe then you might miss what it was like when you were entirely you and you knew how to love little old me.

So I found out that if I am feeling less than appealing,
covering myself in ingredients like coconut oil, honey and coffee and sending nudes to cutie chubby bois makes me feel better.

Yum! I just wanted to be delicious.

Certain songs keep playing in my head,
reassuring my mind I'm alive, not dead.

Doesn't make it any easier,
for the lyrics, they make me that much queasier.

The bass keeps my heart pumping,
the lyrics speaks to the soul...
and maybe if I fix these issues
I would be more than a great craterous hole.

The songs of misunderstandings and ire,
of running away and fire,

natural disasters and lives of the tired.

At least someone has been here before,
on their own path past the unknown,
please let this break be more than bones,
she can't take her own cast stones~

Who would want to "tune in" to their body when all there is is pain?
Ignoring your mind and soul;
Thinking, "There is nothing here to gain!"

But the aches and the strains,
Rattling around in them brains,
Are screaming out more than 'ow',
And maybe if you listened to more than your woe... you could actually feel it's power,

It's telling you something,
Yeah, it's telling you something,
If you want to be absolved,

It's telling you something,
Yeah, it's telling you something,
If around this, your life is revolved,

It's telling you something,
Yeah, it's telling you something...
*****, you might be the problem that needs to be solved.

If there is nothing there, why does it hurt so badly?
If it's all in my mind, I'd reprogram myself gladly.

If this is my fate, I will live it, sadly.

On and on I repeat -
If there is nothing there -
why does it hurt so badly?