I’m starting to see clear that love is literally everywhere. The hate is gone it’s like I can feel whole again. More evolved than I was before ahead of time. Mobilized to step my feet out of a dark place and step down onto the actual ground. That my thought process of thinking is no longer under distress. More mindful of what I think first before I decide to speak.

I’m starting to see clear that love is literally everywhere but not all the time cause sometimes your feet can get stuck again.
You may seem like you’re out of the dark but it’ll just pull you back in.
Consume you with negative thoughts that you have to fight off. Remembering that nothing can touch you the more they led on. Cause you can only make yourself happy and that they’re also stuck like you. Trying to get out from the grip that’s holding them astray. That’s they’re struggle. Chained up and stumbled. Glued down or falling fast that’s part of their journey. And they’ll all make it through no matter how bad they’ve struggled.

Hard to get, I don’t like to act it.
Put on a fake mask then hide my emotions.
I don’t like to play so I act accordingly.
Through this tough life that you put me through, I don’t want it.

I’d rather have space than to be lonely.
To feel self absorbed by the world around me.
To face all my fears than to be picky.
Sneaking around ain’t my forte, I’d rather have loyalty.

Memories they cling on my deepest of strings.
Sometimes they break but other times they sting.
Next to the heart not that far apart that they’ll be lost with the thought of me falling hard.

Stay still and be quiet.
Beautifully worded written down in my mind.
Roller coasting down every desire that I find.
And then suddenly, a vision meeting every hit and miss,
Rebounded like a boomerang, cross fitted this bliss.
Stumbling down and soon I shall rest.
My head wants to wonder and then later think less.
Rather than overthink than progress.
I’d rather mishap my habits then to crumble in my own mess.
I’d rather stay positive and full of hope than to be tied down and hanged upside down by a rope.
That’s when I’ll know that I’ll have no self-control.
When my thoughts takes over that’s led by strings.
That’s crushing every wind pipe down my streams.
How I breathe. How I speak. How I make or break.
But that’s just how life goes right.
Making a few minor mistakes.
As I pace back and forth inside my brain.
Riding around on the crazy train.
I think and I stop on what I’ll do next.
Guess I’ll just wait and see and keep living my dreams but in reality. Not a fantasy.

Inner voice, *****.
Loves the attention, within.
Crime and addiction, pleasant.
Negative emotions, keeps in.

Hearing voices, repeating.
Opposite opposes, threatens.
Quietly shouting, crying.
Is my inner voice, *****.

I hear her when I’m dreaming.
Nightmares clinging, sweating.
Dreaming heavy, breathing.
I can’t believing I’m falling,
Heavenly feeling attached to the ceiling,
Withering down and then into the ocean,
Drowning me down even more than I’m used to,
Exhilarating, composing this blessing I’m treading.
All because of my inner voice, *****.

I gave it a name, *****.
Cause she is but me, a demon.  
I can’t escape her cries,
So why not give me emotions.
Give me pain and sorrows.
Give me what your negative thoughts is saying deep inside.
Share with me your worries that you designed to keep and hide.
So I can understand better and to tame your fever.
That you’re not alone in this black and white world.
Cause I can see through, cause I am you.
Beautiful.