in the middle of seeing islands of fog
the roots disconnected fom the branches of thought
was it like this: you do not deserve to be
the vitality of forms, do not exist
we were told while breathing
do not exist in your bodies do not exist in your minds some dreams are just silly
dumb as that daylight
throats are full of words of unshed thinking
of noise so loud that the world might have imploded
dark circles of impossible pain contain our ribs
why are you here you were told, we don't want you
we  can not witness the joy of life with our teeth full of something we don't understand
our eyes are holding the light captive
like a knife full of strife
why are we here why
the fog obscures the echo
why are we here why

the sky leaves traces of light on my skin
the lunar plexus is singing
I'm receiving these images from the future
the missing steps of memory come between  us
do not touch this fiery boundary cause you might
melt me down into a sweet oblivion
it's impossible not to love you from this edge
of a palimpsest full of wonder

One day you wake up
Realizing that nothing you lived, was.
Everything one big deceptive illusion
of something that never was.
Misinterpretation, sensory misconception.
False believe, drowning idea before even coming to life.
Feeling cheated on so many levels.
After thinking it was solid ground
you were standing on.
Like a severe earthquake
hitting everything that was built fragile.
Hitting it with one blow away.
Still so much love inside
holding hands with deep sadness.
Keep going with the flow,
you just can’t drown now.
Living breathing life
while  it’s so suffocating.
Still smiling,
while everything inside
has been broken,
time after time.




Shell ✨🐚