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828 · Jun 2010
Gaining Perspective
Matthew Garcia Jun 2010
I sit here,
trying to write my masterpiece.
Or is it just a piece to master your heart?
I don't feel that I am taking advantage.
But rather, I am gaining a point of vantage.
So I can watch you...and gauge you.
So I can gauge your feelings, if any,
for me.
But I cannot tell you what I see.
There is a cloud of ambiguity,
surrounding you.
What do I do?
Do I send you this masterpiece of ****?
This is my vantage point, this is it.
This is how I can tell, if it'll be heaven or hell
with you.
745 · Jun 2010
High.
Matthew Garcia Jun 2010
Breathing is normal,
appetite is aberrant.
All sounds are ambient.

....I
am
still
here.

Lost in time;
unaware of reality,
but aware of my sanity.

...Am
I
still
here?

Senses have risen
and failed
My mind is jailed.

...Will
I
stay
here?

Jailed but liberated,
I am one with everything.
My heart begins to sing.

...I
am
not
here.
Matthew Garcia Nov 2010
I interrupt my thoughts for a second.
I need to analyze the situation.
Now I'm just contradicting myself...
I can't tell what my point is, there is no understanding of reality right now.
Distractions cease to come to me.
I am stuck in this infinite loop self-thought.
Is any of what I am thinking making any sense?
Who's to answer such a question?
I am the judge of makes sense and what doesn't.
I know the answers to my own questions.
Too many questions.
Time hasn't budged.
I am the only thing distracting me now.
I am now without thought...
but that's impossible?
If I am clear of mind how am I able to process these words?
Just because someone is clear of mind does not mean that someone is without thought.
There is no such thing as absent minded.
I have lost feeling in my legs and my arms.
But my hearing has increased ten-fold.
I can distinguish every single sound from each other.
I don't know which sound is loudest or the quietest.
I don't even know which sound I like the best.
This is incredible. It is Beautiful.
I can't believe what I'm doing is illegal.
No need to get political.
No need at all.
In life stay neutral for as long as you can 'til you have to pick a side.
Well what side do I pick?
The one that's right.
The title in apostrophes is a song by The Flaming Lips

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