Thinking life is one way
eliminates the chance that
it can be different

Letting thoughts flow
through pen
pencil
keyboard
veins
Onto the canvas of
paper
screen
mind
As it realizes it's own devices.
A never-ending hail of tumultuous theories
Half-realized epiphanies of a true self or
A martyr masquerading as the lost
(more oft I think it is those who are lost that masquerade as martyrs)
Thoughts once flown are hardly quelled
As the ink is wet, the screen is filled, and
A mind unleashed is a mind chaotic and free.

Down into the sea of Earth
I am afraid.
I am afraid of things that are afraid of me.
Mind, body, conscience, youth,
Love.
I wear a key around my neck,
Trapped in string.
A key from the journal of a six year old me-
It won't come off.
Up into the sea of space.
I am afraid.
I am afraid of things that are afraid of me.
Thought, obsession, morality, mortality,
Love.
I wear a gold ring around my finger
Trapped in flesh.
Relics from a life lived but not remembered-
Of love never had, yet still lost.

awaiting solace...if it will ever come

Will I ever get the life I want?

The only constant is change.
Change is life shifting from one paradigm to another.
Shifting paradigms illustrate the illusory nature of reality.
The illusory nature of reality is the only constant.

Life displays traits of unreliability. Life is false. Nothing is real.

It is all quick sand beneath our feet, drawing us down into the nothingness of Earth. Sky gray, face blank, emotions falling like rain and rising as mist.

"PERPETUALLY STUCK BETWEEN THE EARTH AND THE STARS.
I LOVE TO DRINK A LOT AND TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS, BUT NOT NECESSARILY AT THE SAME TIME. 
READING AND MUSIC ARE THE ONLY THINGS THAT HELP ME GET THROUGH LIFE'S LITTLE MISERIES.
I AM ALWAYS WAKING UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED."

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