I LIVE to feel.
because you've never done it,
you can never know it.

But it's as vital as breath.
And without it:

without love,
without anger,
without sorrow,
..
breath is just a clock..... [[ ticking.]]..

scared to speak up
knowing his way will go about
regardless.
A boy should know by now
she always means to say
the way she feels
including the many times
she never does
and never will.

Blind these eyes that couldn't see
through saccharine-sweet felicity
and chain these feet that led me there
beside myself, without a care
you fake the love, I'll take the blame
we're merely players in this game

but I'm the captain of the losing team.

Could you grant my last request
and strip this burden from my chest?
Break my heart and watch it bleed.
Your what I want; not what I need.
Wasted tears drip from my tongue
and by these feelings I am hung

As thoughts of you shift into memories.

The light in her eyes was so dim you'd hardly notice it burning.
Yearning for the slightest wind to fuel her flame,
but this stagnant air
its so suffocating.
darkness permeating every thought.
now who's to blame?

creating.
creating takes place in the blue hole.
experience heightened sense in the blue hole.
time doesn't exist.... in the blue hole.
you have intentions,ideas,a vision going in
coming out, you have an expression.
but WHAT HAPPENED??? in the blue hole?
what expanded? what disappeared? what changed?
WHAT MAKES YOU? what makes your art.
to perceive all things experienced in creation
is to know WHAT HAPPENED in the blue hole,
is to being the artist himself.
a pawn to the idea,
the vision driving your intention.
a pawn to the experience of creating.
a pawn to the creation, itself.
until time exists again,
there is no linear thought.
you are in the blue hole.
the blue hole is who you are.