My thoughts are so unrulywith their obsessivenessand general bad timingas if I didn’t have betterthings…
It’s easier to keep our eyes closedto divert our focus from lifeeven as it streams by
It may be, that after all these years,I am finally breaking sane
Sticks and stonesthat cover my bonesand hide my bodyfrom this existencethat is wilting…
There is no hurry,no reason to fallinto the pit of madness.
You stick to meLike shadow, like warm tarWe scrape, we hollowWe fiddle and we…
I don’t think people understandwhat awareness really isbecause they don’t spend the timeto look…