I’m guessing whenever I feel a strong emotion I should take notes.
I don’t have much left.
I rarely feel them.
So I thought if I inscribe them, maybe they’ll be reminders.
Reminders that I still have a trace of an organism in me.
Because my world is pretty gray and even my words nowadays don’t have much expression.
You could probably see the vacancy in my face.
I find my conversations are very vague and everyone around me has a name.
And my soul is such a hollow space.
My heart has froze over.

Do I shoot for greatness.
Do I attain this face that is a form of entertainment.
Do I give up on the me I’m comfortable to be.
Is it a fair enough exchange of payment.
I don’t really know anymore.
I just know I don’t wanna remain like this for sure.

I’ve risen from the pits of the black and grey lines that thwarted my compositions.
Weaving through this muster that left a stench to my soul.
Awaken from the rumbles of the machine.
No longer will I devote.

Sing me a sweet little song,
So I may run along in the grasslands.
Play a banjo, so I may tango on the web I’ve been stringed upon.
I want it to be tasteful, pacing myself to watch the corners of life as my peers zoom to the ending.
Cause I rather count the days than years so I may witness it all.
I want to see the bees land on their runways and birds chirp on Sundays.
Days turn to nights and roosters and owls preach of their good mornings.
Walking on the path with no intention of getting to anything.
I’m committed to forever cause there’s no reminiscing in the end.
Everyday I’m one because the clock resets and time begins.

I looked into various eyes and I’ve never seen a sparkle that shine so bright that brings a new day to the evening of mankind.
Breathing a new chemical that is an enigma to the human mind.
Perceiving and defeating the way we were taught to fight...for what’s mine, when I’m yours, piercing through the hurt of this looping curse of a life that seems to come with endless strife.
But when you stepped by my side, I felt something ignite inside like a flash of lightning hitting the churning tide, ripping the earth and stripping it of it’s futile pride.
A timeless game we play, chasing the wind that’s behind our face but you’ve stirred the wind to maintain its pace so we may say our grace and enjoy this moment like a whimsical child.

Victimized by these crawling shadows on the hollow wall.
Breaking within to devour the limbs of the divinity.
Poised with sickening noise of the silent screams with the eye twitch that seeps a little desperate note.
Needing a tube to stay afloat over these fruitless waters.
Hands reaching to beguile the living to take a dip in.
Take a sip, learn the darkness of the tip of the cliff that leads to the scenery of abyss.
Root your heart in this dilapidated space.
That provides a tune muted with serene scarcity.

Last night I walked through another dimension in my mind.
I woke up with a knot on the tip of my head.
Reminding me that I am not strong but my weakness is powerful because while I am fragile, I am malleable to my own cause.
I will swerve, I will turn, I will stand tall against the odds.
Because in moments of being broken, you’re open to a new you. A new you that’s meaningful to the old you you blew through.