Sometimes we do not know what is there, beyond the extreme edge draw windows and imaginary light, which may not be there and in the drawn we live, suffer, fall, crawl but it is impossible to fully understand where this edge of the end is and is it worth looking at all, thoughts are silly to draw pictures of pitiful dreams, with a tint of ice and black roses their thorns are splitting and cruel as our personal vices forget, understand and realize, why just suffer like that ...
A Song That Captures Our Rapture And An Individual Perspective
electricity oscillates runs rampant as if alcohol is a super conductor and we're the circuits linking it together arcing from one to the next until we vibrate the same frequency the same harmony tuned to her voice
we the milling rabble await the next note to play try to fill empty ambiguities that dance a moment before heading toward the next high the tune's amplified hundreds of metres a second a crashing wave of lightning sparks a note within the collective
Straight Talk (When The Core Of The Mind Refuses To Speak Coherently)
I will attempt to elaborate on the more aggressive theories that seem to marginalize, relevant concerns that has made me ponder and see if I intricate the whys, or at least find the source of its understanding.
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part. Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian youth, more...
Sometimes it's difficult to imagine A world where I can be Confident That I won't forget Something Sometimes it's difficult to express Feelings Without fear Sometimes I cry Because I'm frustrated That my mind doesn't Function Like it should And sometimes all I want is a hug But there is nobody Because my brain Is not something that anyone Wants to deal with