I do not watch the Daily Show I do not watch John Oliver I'm gonna end up all alone out on an island of somewhere nobody cares for
It takes a lot to find a mate It takes a lot to nod your head these days I don't think Greta Thunberg is our new lord and savior Why don't you leave that girl alone? Love kills as much as hate does Your love is killing her
Passion kills just as passion when it rides the wave of fashion to break on shores of paradise
What, oh what, does extreme loneliness make you do? (God have mercy on me)
How grave is the sickness? The lengths that it makes me go to the worlds that it makes me build up around me and fall when the wind blows.
How grave is the sickness? My propeller. Shouldn't bring others into where I dwell. I can't even see.
Beloved sickness eating me regurgitating me enveloping enlightening and fading away taking with it everything I learned back into the Void the Big Black Void where nothing existed where I know I'd created Another just now realized the metaphor was true....
I will know you for a little bit then will disappear back into the woods to work to make myself heard clear to know myself - just myself - once again above the noise you're left in - out of centuries and speakeasys polluted by the locals dissecting the time-encumbered sounds behind them clear off time; out of time; dip into solitude lonelitude my own self only for so long most of my life minor bright spots shine whenever i do step outside and oh they shine...
I am a landscape pockmarked by nuclear bombs a ready recipient for what love has to offer a mask of indifference for concrete an invitation for those who would know unrequitement, who long for a difficult path.
I am one opportunity presented by Earth, the manifestation of a singular way, through all terrains, then no terrains, then nowhere to go
I am circles over again - happily. I embarrass myself on the public eye with my naivete so you don't have to.
say the name you have chosen over and over numb to the ways you have touched me so fully I hardly even know until these words come through me
when we're together or after in mind the world is breaking over and over it doesn't matter - our surroundings - we are making it out of Time spinning shattering garden lights of forests - how indifference turns into a rising wave if I let it be by its own if you see me if I let - can't...
good guy bad guy clashing sides each takes a mask for each perceiving kind in dull tones whatever tones are those each citizen loves to hear, per the landscape that built his dreams
good guy and bad guy clashing surfaces each moving energy picks up an artifice picks up a script casts it casually off when its time has run out when for one heartstopped pause nobody knows what is good what is loved what to hate where to stand mumbles odd until we are told by the...