Apr 2013
I sleep.
Inside my mind, there is a wild world, while on the outside, everything is dark mean and slowly fading to the deep of the self absorbed.
Each and every corner of my imagination blooms with a vivid vision of tomorrow.
The breath of each day moves in and out slowly while the vision of tomorrow slowly becomes my today.
I sleep.
I don’t believe in suicide, but sleep is temporary. I don’t believe that love is blind unless you dull your eyes to the beauty that lasts inside. It dwells forever. It penetrates the hearts of those who open their eyes. They see the beauty through the ugly and through the hate.
My mind is not just a dull place I go to. It is a whole world that is still yet unexplored even to me who possesses it. My mind is equivalent to the deepest parts of the ocean. I know its there, I just need to summon up the imagination to explore it.
I sleep.
This is not a poem. Rather, this is a letter from my mind to your hands.
I need to write down my thoughts. I cried. I think that I cry because there is no hope for me in this barren part of the country. I cry for freedom from myself and from the world. The negativity is a shackle that binds me to home. The secrets that I keep hold me back. I just want to float through life. I want to float through life like a speck of pollen. It is small, but it goes on a great adventure, and eventually brings life to the object needing it the most.
My mind is my only escape. I look forward to sleeping, so that I can travel to a new world that has yet to be explored. I don’t know how to describe the strongest longings of my heart on a page. I guess it’s almost like how a mother feels when she learns that there is a new soul that grows in her. I have so many dreams for myself. I just don’t know how to make them my reality. Some one told me once that dreams come true, but they didn’t say that nightmares did as well. I think that just being stuck here in this quaint drug infested, alcohol infected, *** addicted, littering, molesting town is my nightmare. The town taunts me with my thoughts and dreams. It whispers to me every night when I dream that I cannot escape. Its like a melody wanting to play freely and rampantly from the page that its written on. The world ways down my love. I think that with out my dreams, I would just deteriorate. Disintegrate. Fall in to the trap. Become part of the sands of time. My worst nightmare.
Inside my mind, there is a wild world, while on the outside, everything is dark mean and slowly fading to the deep of the self absorbed.
Each and every corner of my imagination blooms with a vivid vision of tomorrow.
The breath of each day moves in and out slowly while the vision of tomorrow slowly becomes my today.
I sleep.
I don’t believe in suicide, but sleep is temporary. I don’t believe that love is blind unless you dull your eyes to the beauty that lasts inside. It dwells forever. It penetrates the hearts of those who open their eyes. They see the beauty through the ugly and through the hate.
My mind is not just a dull place I go to. It is a whole world that is still yet unexplored even to me who possesses it. My mind is equivalent to the deepest parts of the ocean. I know its there, I just need to summon up the imagination to explore it.
I sleep.
This is not a poem. Rather, this is a letter from my mind to your hands.
I need to write down my thoughts. I cried. I think that I cry because there is no hope for me in this barren part of the country. I cry for freedom from myself and from the world. The negativity is a shackle that binds me to home. The secrets that I keep hold me back. I just want to float through life. I want to float through life like a speck of pollen. It is small, but it goes on a great adventure, and eventually brings life to the object needing it the most.
My mind is my only escape. I look forward to sleeping, so that I can travel to a new world that has yet to be explored. I don’t know how to describe the strongest longings of my heart on a page. I guess it’s almost like how a mother feels when she learns that there is a new soul that grows in her. I have so many dreams for myself. I just don’t know how to make them my reality. Some one told me once that dreams come true, but they didn’t say that nightmares did as well. I think that just being stuck here in this quaint drug infested, alcohol infected, *** addicted, littering, molesting town is my nightmare. The town taunts me with my thoughts and dreams. It whispers to me every night when I dream that I cannot escape. Its like a melody wanting to play freely and rampantly from the page that its written on. The world ways down my love. I think that with out my dreams, I would just deteriorate. Disintegrate. Fall in to the trap. Become part of the sands of time. My worst nightmare.
