Did I speak too soon? Because here I am, back in the mud of emptiness Will I make mountains out of mundane or I have learnt better? I now know the world is nothing but kingdoms of bad men and their rules, how they restrict and constrict, exorcising gasping breaths like a python to power.
Famished, I picked the fruit of the dead men's orchard in a dream-like landscape. They told me to come back down to earth and finally, I could no longer pay the toll of the cloudy road so I obliged.
But then again, here, I am low. and how it comes & goes the feeling of nothingness. Jesus christ, can you even imagine what I see I close my eyes I wish you could know the ways in which my mind splits, how many atoms I dare to split.
I contain, contain it all. in the rise and in the fall, and I hate how you try and make me feel small. Leave me to my ascension and quit weighing me down by shoving reality down my throat. I swear to God, one day I'll just quit breathing.
Your objectivity isn't real that ******* you insist upon reeks of nonsense it's such flimsy gravity I'm not afraid to say it.