Ha. Uh. Bring it. To, to, to, a truck full of load, wham, yeah! The rumbling of the world, echoing in my mind. Of past happenings, trying not to hold myself from the truth of me. Let this, be a clearing of paths, a new understanding of the actual difference between perspectives of expectations, and realities. How suddenly you wish to enclose yourself in a bubble, and let it carry you to your highest point, against the fact that you're sinking into the darkest depths of the well you made up. What's meant to help has taken you hostage to your very own being. It feels as if at this moment, everything has been said already. What's left are lies you constantly invent to help distract others from what they don't know, from what you don't want them to know. After all, why trust? Humanity had fallen, is falling, and in my lifetime, will do nothing but fall further. How the smallest flutter of a wing is believed to cause a hurricane on the other side of the planes, hence all actions to the cause and courses of life. Just close your eyes at any given chaos, the darkness may bring you the peace you so need. As to how the genie emerges in bellowing clouds of wonder smoke, so is your face to my mind. Is this how one becomes infatuated? It seems the more I touch my mind to put it in use, the tiniest stroke of thoughts leads back to you. I need a rinse of the blessings of joy, and more clarity.
