Everything is different, aggravated noise is swept off into the distance I wanted quiet, here it is, and I still can't relax as questions persist over an everlasting cause while answers dance alone just beyond the hanging clouds of resistance showing that I make choices but don't really know what's missing
My life is a constant reminder of being trapped in a blind spot from the bind of oneβs own misperceptive thoughts: itβs a feat of escape to consciously accept what might be an earthquake, unknown until it hits, but this only makes it harder to dissipate
It didn't matter when I was young, it shouldn't matter now but inevitably wherever you go there you are so I lose patience, looking at the nothing I've become
Wondering why I spend precious time going out of my way to make being alive so hard