my blindness causing me strife never committed to being right but never committed to being wrong either just trucking along the beaten path I didn't know there were fires birthed in my wake I didn't know for goodness sake I would not be the bad guy, even if it were my fault but ignorance is bliss at the top water the burnt fields, open my eyes to the real could you open my eyes? for real
the power of a broken heart fills my cup and my fingers tremble and shake when i lift the tear stained glass i want to be alone drunk on my sorrows finally having the right to do so after so long of hiding in plain sight.
He knew he was right And nothing stopped him From proving it Not the gradual diminishing Of his friends Nor a famine of encouragement From his family Not a single word of appreciation From his loved ones Nor And never either or whatever
it’s okay to be in love with the dying light spending your evenings away from reality things that make you forget about burning and while the lasting memory haunts you it’s cold embrace feels right the just emotional whirlwind that feels pure fuels your sense of being time erodes away its value but sometimes its strength transforms i want to hold my former self tell him that life is going to be painful but he can be stronger to make him understand isolation is chosen alienation is given stagnation isn’t a confine to misery virtuosity isn’t fulfilling and sometimes the pawn’s value outweighs the king and to live in the shadow of your own worth is a disgrace to one’s own constant growth
transformation strength feels right isolation self value stagnation
Corrected As the unraveled words slip through my thoughts into the universe. Correcting imperfections. Judging every woven threaded word. 4,065 languages. Written Unwritten
Intermingling words composing every thought as my own. punctuation leads me not. Grasping my Language(s): unknown
Yet once words with lack of punctuation seen not as a problem. Yet seen for its purity. That we the people could connect in understanding Emphasizing The languages we combine.
Punctuation implies correct. Given to the word by man/women. In hopes, the world could connect with a better understanding of one. Beautiful RIGHT? World keep in mind we are no one. WE ARE Combined Imperfections are the great mystery of how I see the connection. Judgment also will lay between the lines.. ......