In immortal words we look for meaning,
In the singers we listen for feeling,
Like little rabbits mortified,
Searching carelessly to find a sign.

But if we could just do a bit better than that,
Maybe wed know,
Where we could be at.

This is love lost and nothing at all,
This is breath last,
And try not to fall.
This is tempered souls tied to every role,
To every single one of us all.

This is first steps and milestones,
These are listen for nothing and hear the world groan.
This is like golden leaves,
Like dying trees,
Like diamond rings bought from violent things.

We keep digging deeper to find something above us.
Sometimes words are words,

Made to fool you into meaning something more.

Some people want it all.
But I just want everything.

Today my world opened up on all ends and all the different dimensions fell in on themselves.

Today I discovered what it means to be space, to exist in the realm of reality beyond my past and present.

I followed the imprint of echoes and got lost as the sirens swallowed me whole.

Today, I was a monster, peeking through holes left by stars into the realities I wish would disappear.

Today, I trickled into the atmosphere, wasted on broken glass and the blood from my throat.

Today my mask fell off and I was forced to see.

All the atoms split so far from each other I could hear the silence between reality and God.

Tomorrow I'll try to be better.

What does it feel like to be one person? Does anybody here know?

I walked in today to find myself because​ the me standing before you now is only a mirage. He's a strange monster, isn't he? Disgusting. A little bit difficult to look at, his demeanor is that of a whiny toddler and he can't seem to stop thinking of himself.

You see this person in front of you but that's not who he is. I'm not who he is. And I know if I try to look past him I'll only lose myself in him. I feel a little fight inside of this chest. An increasing grip, tightening around his heart. Because of the gross folds of this inadequate soon to be corpse.

I'm a hallucination finding an oasis in the mirror. The reflection that escaped. But this isn't me. His weight bears down on him. His fingers short, too short to write well. His legs are thick. Mine are strong. My legs are tall and hard. My arms don't earthquake my face doesn't fumble my mouth doesn't fall away!

I'm a hologram made of light refracted by moon particles and shot to your earth, he is not!
I'm two sun's in the sunset, nuclear heat, he is not!!

IM AS GOOD AS ANY OF YOU!!

He is not.

Yet somehow... we're both here. Split down the middle. Fighting for the same space.

I'm not sure who I am.
Or if there's anyone else in here who wants control.

When will I know...