The smell of the grass reminds me of home
The old "hello's" ring through

The bark of the tree reminds me of ice cream cones
Cold vanilla made my fingers move

The texture of this rope reminds me of old
The smell of the air reminds me of hope

I would believe in god if nobody hurt

If nobody hurt we'd all be gods

I live in a cave
I have not slept for days
Maybe I'm starting to decay

I kind've smell coffee
Scrounging around for money
I kind've smell like codeine

Dreams flood over my vision
I haven't slept not even a smidgen
And now I'm passed out in the kitchen

I kind've smell nothing
And I kind've feel small

A time traveler's going in opposite directions.
Sometimes for the future, sometimes for the past.

Desperately trying to find a way to stop.
To live normal, as everyone should.

To go through-out life chronologically.
To see each moment as it is.
Not what could be or should've been.

To realize no matter what you do in every second,
you are you.

Humans as a self-identifying and somewhat egotistical species are especially bad at this.

We think in terms of "im this, im that, i can correlate to these people"
and sometimes we're right.

But a lot of the times a much simpler answer is needed.

"I am me.
I am not you,
I am not a thought,
I am not a theme nor a palette.

I only exist within this moment."

I am a mountain.
I am a vista.
I am a sea on blue floating above waves of trickled green.
I am the foam of the wave as it crashes.
I am the edge of the eye of the storm.
I am the darkest corners of your room.
I am the silence on a cool night.
I am the silence before death.

I will not erode

I sit and I stare at a body so bare not a single hair can be found.

It moans and aches as I lay awake, another sleepless night I am bound.

I toss and i turn as my full stomach churns, thinking of my queen and her crown.

I dream of a dance, and maybe just a chance, but odds are I'll be shut down.

So I'll stick to my corner and yearn no longer for the woman in the pale gown.

I thought to think before,
But then I didn't.

I thought to eat before,
But I was full.

I dreamt of colorful colossus kalydascopes,
But I lay awake

I thought to live before,
But I forgot.

I thought to think,
But I think I was all out of ink.