• Bending only to be kind

    Life in revision, listlessly we humble to pray
    A clouded decision, upon which we shall say
    You shall never break, that which you could never hold
    Or shall you shake, a yearning so bold

    We became firm, a place to stand
    For the lack of a better term, sinking in sand
    To Far Beyond driven, a firm place now
    We take what is given, never mind how

    Decided upon, which hill to lay a stone
    Prayed for strong will, life’s riches to own
    Built upon by users, only to show,
    To enrich our futures with promise and hope

    Find a new space, somewhere to fill
    Away from the hate, with some time to kill
    This world is a puzzle, one to solve
    Escaping the bustle, a place to evolve

    And when faced with an ending, you will find
    This whole time you where bending, to be kind
    It’s in your nature and it shows
    It isn’t major, but we know

  • Never Seen

    Memories of discontent, flood an absolute mind
    Disappointing disassociation swarms every sane notion
    To become lost, is but a finding of self
    Diving into insanity is an utter deprivation

    Never think, to only question why
    These insanities have but one hold on us
    The destruction of our own selves
    We have nothing left

    This rejection is an absence of self
    Diluted in oceans of confusion
    To become lost in our memories
    Never to be seen again

  • Feeling faded, like a dream

    This disillusionment is a fading of truth, that truth being reality. This feeling, could it be the void all over again. A sort of numbness, a fading of truth insistent upon a question. Have I seen this before? Can I tell the future? What comes next? This is a pulsation of numbness, and an overpowering loss of emotion. Reason is lost inside this fading of reality. Yes I do believe that this is the void.
    Tell me please how long this will last. Faded inside like a dream. For, this reality is nothing more than a dream. But, how do we awaken? If we are stuck inside this dream till we die, does that mean death is the only way to wake?
    There are more questions than answers. The void has me stuck. Is this purgatory, some sort of punishment? I know that regret is an illusion. Another form of control. We are stuck inside this dream and can’t wake up. I know I am dreaming because I feel completely detached from myself. Lost on some sort of other plain of existence. Some other reality. But I can see that I am perfectly locked inside of myself. If the void could be explained by a word, it would be purgatory.

  • The Journey Begins

    Thanks for joining me!

    Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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