Places feel empty when items arnt preacupting the carpet space
It's when you can see all four corners and you end up standing aginst one of them so that you can keep an eye on the other three
Because if you don't watch them you feel like inch by inch they'll inch closer to each other and you'll find yourself closteephobed by the emptiness you never filled up
When you place something inside where you sleep it takes on this identity
It's no longer just a chair
It's your chair
It starts holding parts of you that you didint even know you gave it
It's legs become stilts that hold you inches above the ground and it relishes in your company
It's molded to the shape of your back and knows how to relieve its aches it was made
By loving and firm hands
Whos sees the woods as a forest of chairs, coffee tables, and loveseats
They felt closer to Jesus because they know how hands become after they handle wood
The handles on your door experience the sweetest sadness every time you cradle them
Your hands are their home but they know that your touch means your parting
The kind of sleight of hand goodbye that only a con artist could create
Creating a world that you want to destroy so you stopped going outside
Because outside is out there and out there is unfair
They will throw us to the wolves
im sorry that we ended up as sheeps my teeth were never sharp enough to bite flesh
Kindness, can sometimes masquerade malicious intent so ive closed my eyes when meating strangers
Instead I open up an old wound and hide inside of it
pretending to go through the healing process again
Breaking and mending again and again
The process isn't even therapeutic anymore its just for recreation
Recreating this hurt of the past to forget about the unpredictability of today
Today
The distance from the moon felt shorter
As if the earth was telling it a secret so
it leaned in But the earth,preacupied, and abiding its own time, continued to turn its head
so the moon never heard what it said
And i wonder how many times this has happened
The earth will turn to the sun and the morning will bestow upon me my sword and cruel realities to thrust at
I will be hurt
I will be outside
I want to die and then be reborn
Not into something different but just to say i did it
i want to kiss every star in the universe and ask them if they can flash their light in my inside to give some insight on this shredded up mess inside of and if it will ever be straightened out again
I snagged myself somewhere along the line and ive been unravling everywhere i go, cutting myself on the people i meet and watching my bolts fall on the street
Melancholy mechanical, I wonder where I'm marching
Ive been intoxicated on the idea of fake wings,able to take me anywhere but here
But im worried the glue between me and you will melt and i will plumit into collective sorrows
i m beginig to sprout these feathers, but please dont call me iceraus yet
Theres a theory that time is like a circle
And that may explain why our tomorrows are just chasing yesterday
Why do you think youve never seen a square clock
lost somewhere between our life and my life
I watch the world walk the one way tight rope of meaning
To hold closely our sene of resson, we will let our migraines strain against the reality that we could easily ignore
And our feelings will bear their fangs inside what we choose to intake
Enticing our outcomes to be littile more than mistakes left unsaid
So we busy ourselfs with breaking bread and burying our dead
In the dirt we all look the same
People
Are living breathing pieces of art
And we are all paiting strokes on eachother
We will go misunderstood with the breath we take but when we finally rest they will speak boldy of our colors
And they to will go their whole lives without understanding anyone
Humans are the only things capable of grasping hope
When we sit in the darkness of tonight we will dream of the sunrise tomorrow
I know i've been down on my knees lately
But i won't lie down and die like a dog
When things are happening
When this world ismaking sounds that i cant compreheand
When im outside
Lace our hearts with twine and in time your heart beat will be the song that guides my feet to your robe
Your robe in my home
Im not ready but ill fight the good fight
My legs are broken but ill finish this race
And even when i get tierd and stop to turn around
I know that nothing behind me is going to help me
As i retain this humble human form of mine
Will i ever be able to enjoy being awake instead of in a dream
As i retain this humble human form of mine
Just exactly how long will i be able to walk on my own