Sometimes we search for more answers when really it might not even matter the answer is–
Sometimes I feel the words being driven out of me
Little fishy, in your bowl trapped by the glass that holds your water - your life so like my body
It was child innocence filtering through the eyes were like faucets of the past the words were like
Crazy voices seap through the walls telling me what I don’t care to hear nevermind,
Burning the midnight oil needs one gasoline Standing tall waiting for you with my feathers
I starred into the black fiery depths of hell the flame was glowing from behind their walls and the smoke rose from above
This morning I’ve woke awoke with almost
I smell you then I realize it’s the
I had hit rock bottom complete emptiness then - that’s when I felt it welling up from inside me & from all around me
tonight I put myself into Christmas jail... I mean lately I’ve put myself
SUNLIGHT... In fields of butterflies, that’s w… where energy collides like the col… and rain falls like satin sheets moving lightly, rhythmically down…
Theory: Everything must be comple… Hypothesis: Everything must make… Conclusion: We are tiny circles… Truth: There are no sides to a ci… “We are tiny circles searching for…
Did I figure it out was the answer always right there? Did I always somehow know
You’ve changed me I’m still not sure is it just my mind that’s taken over controlling me