Unravel yourself girl,
Show me your ways and your purpose.

Fly with me girl,
Show me your limits and weakness

Speak to me girl,
Tell me your lies and your memories.

Come with me girl,
Bring your fears and your strengths out of the shadows.

Reveal yourself girl,
Strip off your layers of dignity and confidence.

Show me who you are in all ways.

Because you girl,
Are Perfect.

I have this world.
This world, that I confide in when my problems are imperishable.

And in this world there is a cave.
A cave were I burrow deep,
notwithstanding the terrors that contain me.

And I
           AM
                  Surrounded
                                           By words.
Words that build up my spirits.
And ease my tension.

Words that seep into my being,
And put a stop to my fears.

So I push on with a steady confidence.

Until my conscience can no longer contain me.

I am Broken
I am beaten down into small shards.

Cast away until nothing is left of my existence.
     So I rest my broken body in Limbo.
Until the earth confides in me,
and takes pity in my state of being.

And slowly I am taken by Earth,
and I live in coexistence with life.

Her entire body was screaming.
Screaming to her thoughts that were not her own.

Screaming,  
That her body was no longer hers to control.
And soon the time would come when the body could no longer be shared.

But she found it hard to believe that her body had been so easily corrupt.

That the one thing she rightfully owned was stolen.
She fought.

She ignored her thoughts,
And pushed on with her actions.

Until all she knew was pain.
And all she felt was suffering.

She fought.

She did not let the feelings control her.

And eventually the pain and suffering left her,
Leaving her not only a new body,
But a new mind.

I can do so many things in this life.
Good things and Bad things.

But those things hold no meaning.
      Nothing does.

All what matters is me.
My body and its form in this world

And you. Your presence.
Your thoughts, Your actions, and Your meaning.
Me and You.

And all the others.
The others. The millions of people that live each day while dying.
Trying so hard to find themselves with so much out there.

But none of it holds true meaning.

Me and You and The Others.

When so many things are distorted,
We are the only real things out there.

My mind thrives in the night.

It takes to it like an empty canvas,
Forming infinite meaning of words,
  Creating pictures that hold more sound than color

And with each shifting moment,
the words change to an adverse
meaning unlike reality.

Creating a new world of glass,
Catching many reflections,
and Casting them with a jumble of meanings that hold more truth than I am capable of comprehending

Throwing thoughts in every direction,
Making me stumble in my sleepless sleep.

My mind thrives in the night.

I am running.
          Betting on time.

Dodging obstacles and crouching in the shadows.
  
           Running from the things chasing me.
                            Running from my true form.

Not knowing who I am
Where I am
Where I am going.

Only knowing that one day the journey will end.
And equally wanting more time, and then less.
           Secretly betting on both

So it turns into a game
A game were nothing seems real.

And over time I begin to feel no meaning,
        Only breath the thrill of the game.

And I turn every corner,
        no longer with stealth.
Or hope that there is no obstacle.

But daring the trap to corner me in,
Snap down on my being,
And let me feel that one feeling I am being deprived of.

                                     Conviction