and so
we're alone in a world full of people?

just this pen.
just this paper.
one on one.

it's an escape.
therapeutic and sublime was how it felt.
a chance to put our thoughts down..
put our foot down..
"chill out", a voice behind the ear.
just let everything flow out.. spill out..

escape or seclusion, pen and paper
but not isolation.
for some reason, ‘these thoughts, can they be a gateway...?
to connect through others.'

we hear people's thoughts, personalities, various angles and perspectives, religion, art, arguments, controversies, and social engineering..
so many subjects and topics, spraying at many targets in the hopes for one that might ever latch on, can we ever click on?

so this was the escape.
let us bleed ink and we succumb to slowly die.
as the life proceeding will be one word less,
until the very last breath.

we share eachother our mind, body, spirit, soul to one another.
our sanity, our graciousness,
our wrath but also our peace into love and strong relationships.
the incendiary lava that flows and burns within,
can be frozen and lifeless tranquility tomorrow...

but then after all the chaos
once we see for ourselves, and we had a chance to walk and walk.
and everything just... settles.
past this tangible life onward to a spiritual existence,
just remember to stick together..

because we're all in this together..