Soul blank and empty A fresh canvas Shining flecks of love But stored in the dark
I can't paint over it The creation held becomes still Fixed in place and just a fragment of dream
I wish to stay in my glass castle in the void My dream to live The perfect blackness unknown and bare Naked Exposed as it's formless husk
They will never know who I am My canvas is drawn into the dark I can't keep it from leaving
Another dive into my event horizon Another time **** you
We aren't finished perfecting you
One last time you dog Into that breach one last time
I am currently very lost in my life and can't seem to stick to one thing to focus on for a career. I am 22 and feel like I am wasting time, every day slips past me faster and faster. My canvas is myself, I am unsure what to paint on it. I don't want to be known and understood as it simplifies what I am as a human and a person. I don't use social media as it places me inside a box and the box is not big enough. I took acid a long time ago and it totally rewired my brain. Opening me up to so much of the world I had closed out, and now I think I have to take it again to reach that point where I can wire my brain into a more clear picture. It is a dangerous proposition and I do not take this idea scenario lightly, this could change a lot in my life and I am not sure I am ready for what it could do to me. I must meditate on what I have going on in my brain. Loving thoughts to you all. -A lost young man