I am the light that I’ve been searching for.

Split personality,
I'm losing my mind.
Don't want to hear your story,
I'm busy with mine.
Not a pretty picture like Gogh,
It's an awful sight.
I'll cut you off from my ears just to avoid a fight.
Tunnel vision in a starry night.
I don't care about squares or straights I only see circles
like copyright in my line of sight.
My frequency is two-toned like morse code,
makes it hard to recite.
I've been gone for too long It's time to phone home,
I hope you copy right,
Over.

Birth is seen as a miracle,
As a gift of life.

What once was so minuscule,
Became something of it's own

Capable of
thoughts
Feelings
Actions

Some live
Some die
Some ****

It's a cycle
So simple and complex all at once.

We spend so much of our lives wondering what the meaning of life is
That we lose sight of how small time we have to actually live it.

Striving to survive.
Dying to live.

What makes up the mind
What makes up the person

My heart is numb
Each day is a power point slide
And I wish these slides would pass faster

Food lost its color
Salt tastes bland
I can’t feel what I touch
And I can’t see what I watch

My senses are senseless.