Some days i get trapped
In my own head. I might
Stay there for a while, and relish
On the fact that my insanity
Can run rampant and my
Conscious decisions cannot combat
The thick cloud of confusion.
I think so much that thinking
Is now obsolete. When I don't have
A soul to speak to, I engulf myself
With willful depression.
A mental cocoon to protect
My butterfly, even if it has no wings.

   But that's only on some days...

I think too much. The fact that I think I think too much means I definitely think too much.

one by one the
people go away.
Single-file.  like skipping
stones that bounce on
the water, only to sink
back to the bottom.

We are all nothing ,you know.
Just a bunch of wiggles. We know
not how or why, we just wiggle.
The words and symbols we use
to describe the impossibility
of what is going on around us
will never amount to anything.
They exist only in minds, the
universe connects much beyond
anything we can see or think.
Or how we consider thinking
something we do, and our heartbeat
is something that happens to us.
How much of me is me?
How much experience does it take,
for me to be me?
The answer is, of course, infinite.
Time is only relevant in the
Eternal Present, which is how
we experience the world,
... but often forget it.

We cling to these symbols
   on paper, in tongue,
behaving as if they
affect our experience.
These feelings are
so real- the words ****
   the life right out of them.
I don't really know what
"love" is, but i know when i
  look at you and your mystique, i  
can see the whole universe staring
back at me. There are simply
no words or symbols for that. But
if that isn't their "love", then i feel a
  deep sorrow for the people who say
they are in love, and stop there.

I wanted to ask how you
were doing today. I'm sure you
didn't notice. but you were
trapped in my head.
I asked you to leave and you
said "You can't help what you
feel. Just don't **** it up."
So I will stay mouth shut, eyes
absorbing every inch of nature's
perfection. And hear your laugh
rather than the world's cry. I know
we were meant to cross paths, but like
they say, soul mates are not necessarily
for life. They are the people who awaken
you to your own truth. To be shown true love
by someone you could not love yourself,
a true silver lining.

It is easy to understand that everything is connected.
Just a matter of perception, I guess.
If you stand on the beach, you will experience the ocean as waves crashing independently of each other onto the shore.
It would be foolish to assume that because there are individual waves,
the waves are not part of the same ocean.
In exactly the same way, life happens in many different "waves,"
but everything is part of the same ocean.

In other words, you can't have yourself without
everything else. There has to be a distinction.
So yes YOU experience the world, but if
the world wasn't here, there would be
nothing to experience.

So cheer up! Everything is working together
and you are the universe experiencing itself!