I don't know how to heal, but I sure know what it's like to feel.
Been reeling for such a long time with nothing on the end of the hook.
Everything is wonderful in a fantasy world, narrated eloquently like a book.
But who took me away from completion? What's the reason?
It's no one's fault, I think far more than I have to.
Sometimes I feel confined within walls, and in my own head I get trapped too.
I am a hyper-sensitive being, and I'll admit that I often don't trust what my eyes are seeing.
I usually know what's pure, but sometimes it just helps to make sure.
I flee from the moment, free to hold it - an idea I water that grows into something beautiful.
I don't need to try to show you, but I feel dutiful.
If only it could reflect reality, instead of opposing ideas that seemingly try to battle me.
If anything I've hurt myself more than any one person can.
I still wonder what it is, that is, my "plan".
I cause actions that I retort with emotionally-driven reactions,
and the fact is I hurt on the inside mentally and physically on the daily.
I try to keep the demons out, but sometimes I feel they have a thing for me and don't want me to have a sense of liberation, to be free.
I feel for all you people and it ***** knowing we can't get along.
I wish things didn't always feel wrong. I try to go right but seem to veer left.
I am not ignorant to my actions and how they could inevitably create an untimely death.
We are all uncertain, and it's a part of life.
There are no worlds that exist without strife, but they are handled in a unique manner.
I want all of life, not just a platter sampler.
My heart keeps a beat, unsteady, and not always am I exactly ready for what's to come,
but I go with the flow and continuously row because tomorrow never knows.
My love goes out to you, unquestionably. This isn't just to one, but all of humanity, and more.
With that said, let's go. We have a universe of possibility to explore.