Words beyond my sentences are unreadable.
Misunderstood beyond the comprehension limit.
Give it a push and they fall into the water with no meaning.
No value or purpose in the world.
Doubt it makes a difference.
A trick to play on the reader.
To make them feel something about these words.
Beyond the capsule it is uncomprehending to read.
To create words that cry for help.

I’m too good at throwing words away.
Making them feel unseen if that’s how I truly feel.
How I truly hide my feelings disregard their existence.
Once setting something in this world it becomes visible.
Weighing deeply upon the heart.
These words are a catalyst to the balance that is held in-between them.

Sometimes I barely open the door up knowing it’s the words that pull me down.
It’s an unknown entity that positions their expectations on me.
Weighing me down and yet I feel blinded in their clouds.
While they look like normal clouds to me they are more than clouds.
A cold set a stone.
Time away from the break.
Philosophy is difficult in defeat.
Defend impending.
Soul crushing.