memyself and i

Tangled in, sugar coating. Easy definition but so hard to define. This mind burns, burning bridges to greener grass and in comparison to the last this is starting to wear thin. Feelings errupting picking parts of terrible nothing. Questioning all but the height of the fall and how hard the ground will be when i haul myself over the edge of myself.
Knotting inside outside of the divide. To separate would be to participate in all that is feared, with demons so alien that generate dehydrated tears. What karma is this to manifest shit, started from nothing only to hit the core of something like before, a memory not missed is now present with this.
Present and past nothing hopefully lasts, and this time round feet are somewhat touching ground with the world spinning around, so fast it's hard to listen.


Ignorance is bliss.

in question

a loyal heart without a form
fluent dreams of a free mind
elegant reality, combine.
i'll correctly deliver a self portrait
once i've descovered how to paint.
I am imperfect.