my days are long like mothers nails,
the light smiles I fall asleep to wake
the demons, which I feel are slowly
dragging me down.
                               listen to yourself.
transcend what you think to be true
and create truth with all that you do.
I won't hurt myself if you don't, not
only
because
we
promised.

I want to fall asleep to your light and
wake up to it. If your demons awake,
push them away. you're stronger than
you think.
                 let's make as little sense as possible
              and try not to ask or answer anything.
that's something I might be too good at.
just like thinking.
and contradicting.
I often say I'd rather think too much than not enough.
something painful
to live out daily. I
feel a small sense of rewarding for my abundant thought,
and a large amount
of surprise at the lack.

take it or leave it.
it's all an illusion.