It's when you stop acting like a chunk of matter that matters.

A lot can be
accomplished
when you pull 
the covers over your
head, and just listen.
Tune out all the
distractions and *******.
Let the silence guide you.

Do you see all the
colors whirling around in
your mind?
The greens and the reds?
The indigo and violet?
They are thoughts forming.
Grand, artistic, unbridled thoughts.

People will desperately
try to distract you, and keep
you from this place.
They are a stranger to it.
Phones will go off.
The crowd will knock
at the door,
don't answer, they will
always be there.

Your job is to create in
your beautiful, dark womb.
There is a spark,
electric alchemy going on.
Don't question it.
You are an artist,
and you are giving birth

Capped in a can,
trapped by the man
and sold down the river,
I should have known better.

Getting it right
reading into the night takes much longer, but I'm making the coffee a bit stronger to help keep things moving.

And the days keep on shifting
I'm drinking a fifth in a quarter
of the time.

I've shun all my pretences
I've dropped my defences
I am unarmed and vulnerable
The exposure of my truth is now inevitable
I had feared that this day would be probable
I'm tired of running and hiding
All my dark secrets are finding their way out of my soul's closet
Is this it??
The end of me... The end of all relationships
The chance of a having a somewhat normal life evaporating into thin air
My soul now bare and exposed
Revealing the monster inside of me ..
...Everyone now witnessing the imposter I truly am
My mask is gradually slipping off
How much longer can I play this game of hide and seek with my dark monster
I'm losing control
I don't think I can lie and pretend anymore
The burden of keeping this dark secret is just too much
But telling the truth will destroy it all
I'll be back to being a loner
Discarded like an old and obsolete piece of furniture
Discriminated against like I'm afflicted with some infectious disease
Avoided like I'm something dangerous
I was always a bit different..
...Weird in my own way
...Doing things most people around me would do and...
...Pretending to be normal was the only way to blend in
...Perhaps I was a fool to think that I could **** the monster inside of me
My inner monster and I... We're inseparable I guess
...but then again let me ask you all this... Ultimately aren't we all in some way or the other pretending to be normal???
I mean what is normal???
One man's normal is another man's crazy and vice versa.... Isn't it???