Jun 2020
I was going to write this down on a piece of paper.
But my mind is moving faster than my pen flow.
And at this point it's hard to take things slow.
Particularly this piece.
I feel like a lost soul.
Wandering the space of time.
Trying to open my third eye but my face isn't progressive enough.
So I close my only two eyes
god I hope this works.
She told me " The universe is infinite"
I told her "I know"
She told me "To always write about my current state of mindset"
But it's extremely hard to do that when you're lost.
What does it mean though?
To be lost and to feel entrapped in the global blue?
Does it mean to write continuously about searching further than the universe?
Does it mean that my poetical element becomes far greater and deeper than when my mind is less conflicted?
Because if so, It means to gradually inflict myself to get to a greater stage.
To grow and to feel an abundant amount of emotions.
To be overwhelmed and then let poetry take it all in.
She told me "No, you are lost because the universe is larger than you"
I told her "I know"
I feel lost because I am searching for something that I do not know.
I wander aimlessly with a thousand visions and goals in mind,
but not enough time to find what a "true calling could be"
I am all alone,
trapped in my mind. all alone.
Lost and and wandering the unknown.
Searching for all I could ever know.
Green, blue, purple, brown. That's all I see.
The potential to write my best piece ever.
The potential to really figure it all out, to compare forever and always.
It's pretty dark here.
Just me and the infinite milky-way.
Just me and my ever moving soul.
She told me, "That's not it"
I told her "I know"
I'm thinking too much and not at all at once.
If this Piece feels convoluted, I will not apologise.
Forgive me.
I feel pain and happiness at once.
I smile as I pierce through my skin with this bland razor
Tired of hearing you're a gladiator.
I'm too lost for that.
Stuck in this infinite galaxy,
searching for the sun.
They say it's everywhere.
How am I lost?
Someone please tell me, how am I lost?
I can't find a way
entrapped in this galaxy.
Why am I lost.
Forever lost
Tell me why being lost is my always?
She told me "You're almost there"
I told her "I'm not"
"I'm still fighting my way, caged by my mind. I feel this is as far as I could go, I could travel the whole world. Begin and end my journey and still find myself in this room"
"I'm a lost girl"
"You're not alone"
"I know"
"Let me in, I'll show you why you were a lost girl"
CHANGES.
You were lost girl, I'll tell you why.
You were lost girl, I'll tell you why.
All alone, thats how you felt.
No one knew how you were all alone.
No one understood.
But I'm here now, you're not alone.
I don't think you know,
You were a lost soul.
But I'm here girl,
You are are more than what you see.
Let me show you.
Let me just take it all in.
I'll show you.
You're not lost girl.
There's reason behind me.
You're not alone.
"I'm here"
But my mind is moving faster than my pen flow.
And at this point it's hard to take things slow.
Particularly this piece.
I feel like a lost soul.
Wandering the space of time.
Trying to open my third eye but my face isn't progressive enough.
So I close my only two eyes
god I hope this works.
She told me " The universe is infinite"
I told her "I know"
She told me "To always write about my current state of mindset"
But it's extremely hard to do that when you're lost.
What does it mean though?
To be lost and to feel entrapped in the global blue?
Does it mean to write continuously about searching further than the universe?
Does it mean that my poetical element becomes far greater and deeper than when my mind is less conflicted?
Because if so, It means to gradually inflict myself to get to a greater stage.
To grow and to feel an abundant amount of emotions.
To be overwhelmed and then let poetry take it all in.
She told me "No, you are lost because the universe is larger than you"
I told her "I know"
I feel lost because I am searching for something that I do not know.
I wander aimlessly with a thousand visions and goals in mind,
but not enough time to find what a "true calling could be"
I am all alone,
trapped in my mind. all alone.
Lost and and wandering the unknown.
Searching for all I could ever know.
Green, blue, purple, brown. That's all I see.
The potential to write my best piece ever.
The potential to really figure it all out, to compare forever and always.
It's pretty dark here.
Just me and the infinite milky-way.
Just me and my ever moving soul.
She told me, "That's not it"
I told her "I know"
I'm thinking too much and not at all at once.
If this Piece feels convoluted, I will not apologise.
Forgive me.
I feel pain and happiness at once.
I smile as I pierce through my skin with this bland razor
Tired of hearing you're a gladiator.
I'm too lost for that.
Stuck in this infinite galaxy,
searching for the sun.
They say it's everywhere.
How am I lost?
Someone please tell me, how am I lost?
I can't find a way
entrapped in this galaxy.
Why am I lost.
Forever lost
Tell me why being lost is my always?
She told me "You're almost there"
I told her "I'm not"
"I'm still fighting my way, caged by my mind. I feel this is as far as I could go, I could travel the whole world. Begin and end my journey and still find myself in this room"
"I'm a lost girl"
"You're not alone"
"I know"
"Let me in, I'll show you why you were a lost girl"
CHANGES.
You were lost girl, I'll tell you why.
You were lost girl, I'll tell you why.
All alone, thats how you felt.
No one knew how you were all alone.
No one understood.
But I'm here now, you're not alone.
I don't think you know,
You were a lost soul.
But I'm here girl,
You are are more than what you see.
Let me show you.
Let me just take it all in.
I'll show you.
You're not lost girl.
There's reason behind me.
You're not alone.
"I'm here"
