I can’t tear you off
But I can’t let you destroy me
How can I not be you
If you are me?
Here I lay
On my knees
Screaming as It disintegrates away
In hopeless relief

Perhaps I must forget about you, or else you won’t be
But I’m scared of forgetting about you that you also might not live free
Our friendship, my imagination and what it makes me see
Truth is, it doesn’t seem like writing about you will make you come to me
I don’t want you to just be the earth, a finite piece of dark matter, as real as space
It hurts to think that I will move on without you, and never see your face
And the beauty and righteousness, the growth from an unlocatable place
Yet for the same very reason, for you to ever appear anywhere in actuality, it would take a gift gift of Gods’ grace
I don’t want you to be lost~

Alive and dying.
Ashamed like who I am
My favorite thought is now my worst nightmare
Hatred for my desires
I could let my heart decay no problem
until i realize I’m still alive once more
the ending won’t be happy
the hope for a new beginning is real
far away from utopia
as Cassiopeia cries for the Orion
and bound to Cepheus

For what part of the universe is your mother?
What half of anything did you discover?
For in all relativity: balanced from the center
How amazing to be around you, alone is us together

Your angle, loved in my reflection
Our friendship, unclear satisfaction
As two fishing lines cross in action
Communicable *******, communicable companion

This is no love story
There is one and just another, sincerely
How all things are portrayed in harmony
Like the north star, ignorant of its little family

What is the point of it all?
If we don’t follow God, we will fall!
What is the point of it all?
What is the point of it all?
My records slightly breaking week after week
Sinning more, sinning less,
Giving in to God more but my life is bleak
Thanks to pride, we hate our mess
His will be done, His will in us
Fun is not the key of being free
But to stop refilling our eyes with ****
walk instead on the narrow path towards the wisdom tree
But in all knowledge of truth, why do we fear love?
What is wrong with our songs?
In pain we tease an audience
Blinding down the eyes in need
Like succubus is our middle name
How deaf we can be towards ourselves,
Whom we hide from in shame
Our purpose is vain
We live in-sane
Shining down the light into our broken glass hearts
There He is, our Savior,
The Body we are, and all of its parts
a family that we love
Ourselves in harmony,
The question still remains
Why do we fear love?

Without an authority, you are your own authority. But yet what do you perceive? Right and wrong? Truth and false? 

So can you observe within yourself?

Did you observe anything before ever observing what is inside of yourself, or was it afterwards? what floats inside of you is only what floats outside of you:
is this not how you come to being? Are you truly finding yourself? Or what are you finding about yourself?
(Your opinion is only a reflection of the exterior from yourself; But that is beyond the point.)
If there truly is not an authority, and if you are the authority; how can anything exist from you alone?

know that what you perceive isn’t from you. It is only within your consciousness.

Truly you only know that you exist because of what exists outside of your existence; although you are not proven to exist without the absence of your existence.

Whatever you trust in isn’t from you; and only faith can be what you believe in. So whatever you put your faith in
it can only be of your own knowings, but you cannot have faith in yourself alone.