This time I am going to do things differently
I'm so scared we're destined to fail
Was in a state of blind hope before
Blinded but I learned to read braille
All this feels vaguely familiar
It's only a matter of time
I'll find out you haven't changed
Not ready to accept the signs
I wish I decided with my brain
I'm in a battle with my heart
One pulls your direction
Drags away cause we're better apart
I wish I could read braille for real
Prove me wrong.
Prove that love does not mean soul.
Love blinds the eyes
Love blinds the mind.
Now we can see.
More than never.
Love is our real eyes. Love blinds the eyes, blinds the mind.
Oft I shun my desires
Oft I run too much
I fail to understand from what though
The venomous clamor from the window,
Or the clangor of my own?
What is more frightening to deal with?
What matters more?
Perhaps, choice has come early to me
Perhaps, rejoice has bid farewell early to me
What am I to do with the abundance of nothingness that stretches across?
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑜𝑑, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑚𝑒.
𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒.
When you've prepared yourself for the worst; and it still comes. But from the wrong direction.
I wouldn't have to read the worlds horror if I was blind
Wouldn't hear all these sirens if I was death
I couldn't feel pain if I had CIP
Couldn't cry if I was apathetic
I wouldn't have any fears if I were to die
But being brave is more impressive these days
And most importantly I wouldn't be able to write mediocre poems
If I were dead
Congenital insensitivity to pain (CIP) is one or more rare conditions in which a person cannot feel (and has never felt) physical pain.
What is the most dangerous, between hate and love?
They both makes us blind,
one makes us ignore,
the other makes us find
What are colours?
Colours define everything.
But who defines everything to the ones who can’t see?
Not only the ones that are blind.
But the ones who just don’t want to see it.
To see what is right in front of them.
To see the world around them.
To see everything that exists.
And what does not exist.
So what exists?
Love is not supposed to hurt you, its supposed to heal you.
Love is supposed to enlighten you, not consume you.
Love is not supposed to hurt, its supposed to feel like magic.
Our biggest mistake is
We want badly to find
Love that is true and real
So we let ourselves grow blind
Love truly is blind as a bat
A foolish people has forgotten my light
I said , " Here is the Way, but they would not.
I said, "Pray for the Sabbath, but they would not
I said , "Do as I do, but they would not.
I said "There remains a Sabbath for my people, but they would not .
Therefore their peace and their faith is taken away from them and they will walk in darkness until they acknowledge me
For anyone willing to hear or see