when it all makes sense the hunch that leads you to a conclusion that I had a right to think the way I did Because the end is clear and whatever I worried about when I broke, became the truth and now I’m no longer in the picture your picture your experience
but why does it matter right now? stuck in thought, writing them down and deconstructing the meaning of all it ever was or will be
you are doing you
and so am I
whatever makes you happy
in the end
All is clear
Bad or good
The end is clear
plenty endings sum up a conclusion with an ending as well
and when we die
It’ll be clear We are always in the middle of something
I have been having a lot of dreams lately about running away from something
but also heading towards somewhere at the same time, in every dream there is a destination that I never make it to, before I wake up & maybe that is my subconscious way of telling myself I am looking for something, wanting something, that is unattainable right now, that all the running I’m doing is clearly a waste of time and maybe if I stopped trying to get somewhere for a second, I’d have time to see where I already am
Its funny to me because I tried to write A poem about how much it hurt And then there was nothing I literally stared at a wall in silence while You became the static between channels A blank alien whistle coming from the void A picture of white flowers with white words on white paper I hadn't realized how long it had been since it actually hurt But I couldn't avoid the fact that you changed me And how I have managed to be happy a few times without you And that I just wrote a poem about how funny it is that you killed me inside
A game of chance, But a game of smarts. So easy to play but easier to lie. It's not your first time is it?
So great to see you again. I know you've seen me even now and then. Yet you act like you're some stranger who's never been around. Such a card. I can't tell if you're 1 or 11 Switching back and forth till you've become aware of...
Strange days for me of late, distant lost In myself drowning In my own thoughts sinking Into the very depth of mind Desperately trying to seek out to what I need to find a light that will shine for me show the way where my path now through life now does lay It as If I'm sat upon a train that's broken down in tunnel can't get off, but can see ahead a light I so desperately need to reach a light that will free me from all the pains we all endure through all different stages of our life's, one day I will make It to that light I so desperately seek to free my a very soul, so It can wonder free throughout the remaining days of my life
A poem of strange days distance lost not being fully.aware of all that's going on old age It could be I suppose
Chasing the next realm today Only a few split seconds away Only certain barriers and doors Which are open on multiple floors The key is within our minds eye Our way to say its ok to try To let us know you are there You are everywhere Some people need to be aware It might be a scare But once your there Its ok it reminds me of a fair
My personal experience ask me questions about this one.