it amazes me to come back
to the pieces of art that transcended
from my own mind
it's not comparable to the quiet
the lack of sound not allowing
for those regular thought processes
i saw a sign that introduced me to
thousands of tall green statues
have been being there before
walking in reminded me how it felt
to be numb and lost
overgrown grass, moss, and insects
took over what was
it's month two going onto three
there hasn't been any sign of people
nobody is out looking for me
the way out is guided with red yarn
it's visible, but impossible to see
having the comfort of silence
the heavy winds accompanied with destructive thunder
replacing my routine of what once was
nature having took over me
did it take me there on purpose?
is there a bigger purpose than what i can see?
was this a defense mechanism to the overcrowding fungus consuming my cerebellum? just how bad was this spore that spread into my lungs?
i underestimated the power of my thoughts, and they breached my sense of self, bringing me back to a place i hadn't thought to see again.
this is my time to test whether or not I am capable in the war of my mind. the fight never ended and i am geared up from recovery.
been very out of touch with myself since may/ late april. im starting to digest it, process it, and understand how to fix it. im not too big of a fan of my mind at the moment. It's too quiet and doesn't have me looking for the next thing to do.
