I think of flying so high that I'm unseen not even the longest arm can reach me, but I also think if dying being non existent. Why…? Do dreams truly matter or are they just as mystical but yet powerful as the air…?
I’m inflated at the seam flat as a uncooked biscuit before being put in the oven, how am I this lifeless but yet can feel so much still… Incomplete isn’t even the word. To be incomplete you have to have started as something and hoped for better but did not reach, I never started off as anything but just flat… flat… flat...flat! I scream in silence, I breathe breathless, I dance paralyzed, I view in darkness, I hope for hopelessness, I choose nothing… My mind is never quiet, but yet I accomplish nothing how is that? I don’t know. We treat peace as if it is a disease, but we give to chaos as if it is a cure.
Fill me up with breath
Fill me up with color
Fill me up with hope
Fill me up with simplicity
Fill me up to... GIVE!
I want, seems so easy to say. Almost too easy but to say I need seems so hard. I don’t want to be like the others and fly to hard and get lost or get stuck in a tree because of my wants. I need guidance it’s the key to the floatation in life it's the glue to awareness… guidance it's something that seems so uncommon but yet taken advantage of which seems to be the biggest downfall.
Hold my string which is my arm and watch me, hold me, allow me to float through the winds of outside and protect me from the sharp edges that may bestowed upon us. Give me serenity by showing me trust that you will never let me go, I can’t hold on to my own arm I’ve tried it's the reason why I lay here flat disposed from the real me, misconceived by all others, shoved aside by my own thoughts, disregarded by every impractical action, but yet you find breathe to put back in me, to grow a future of endless breathe and throw away any thoughts of the past .
I live in a store everyone is buying everyone fools of all kind. Lack of common knowledge from society allows us to be bought at any cheap price and to be resold for less and less.
Its interesting to know that I feel more disgusting with myself knowing and acknowledging my flaws than others do that are acting living and surviving on their wrongs…
To know right from wrong is to know hot from cold, they both can be good and they both can be bad… I feel trapped in this latex I can feel it stretching as I yearn for escape but the life around it is so strong it will not break. How many hands does it take to break life that is a scary answer but my hands remain dry. I do not want to leave this place called life but is their an option for trade my latex has become worn out...
