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leaves falling oddly, passing through grated fence prisons twisting as the wind pushes them downward currents pushing them back up the spiraling dance of Autumn beckoning winters court
walking in wind is getting to attend the masked ball of season so you might as well dance
i've been thinking a lot. that is usually how trouble starts.
with a fixation or hobby
with focusing on too many things
when I know, me
this ( me ) this person who just can't be one thing.
this awful being that is so consuming
it wants to burn itself out
and happy doing it, if im being honest.
But that's what being happy is right? You take all the interests and do them. You take all the people and blend them? You watch all the shows, listen to all the podcasts and take all the notes?
You mix everything together
distill.
then what's left at the bottom.
It's happiness right?
The shadow spoke to the congregation
“It's all illusion that world around us is meaningless”
“It's in meaning that we mix
“We control the destiny of things. “More than this temporary symphony
“I'm important
“I'm alive
“What's more is that this isn't about me
“It's about all of you
the shadow called out to all his fellows.
The onlookers smoky columns, flickering. Vaudevillian eyes pulsing in agreement Partially here, partially not
“We, are alive “Those 'people'” his voice dripping with venom “Are the 'them', the living...
“They don't even know HOW to live
to know, more about your lies...
life is living, in the deep end.
not shallow, meaningless ends.
my heart is faded.
my mind is a poor vessel it has always been
I would give it all
Do you remember the endless...
I do
laughter, so sweet it hangs like wind chimes through summer air warmth radiating from sidewalks carrying bicycles and children and memories
I remember those endless days of summer
These valleys That we tread both far and wide These lost moments between steps and breathe How we lose so much time How the trees become superficial When walking by Fading, one into the next
Memories are like that after seeing so much of the same they blend together and some fade until I don't remember them at all
How much have I forgot
the dog, the cat, the fox and bear walked in circles through the lair if one paused, the other nipped until one fell and was killed
the dog, the cat and bear though each was tired one was fed so when one more tripped and hit it's head the other one ate it up the dog and bear
smiling eyes blood red teeth
only ends when those two meet
Rise my seedling From gentle bed of soil Life is waiting
The garden isn't safe Little seedling
Others may tell you lies That those giants Are your friends But im here to tell you different
We are special, little bulb We aren't vegetable Such petty plucking
Rise, seedling Come see the world we rule
Rise and feed
I loved morning As a child. It meant Awakening. It meant Engaging. Then as I grew Mornings became routine. They were the dot Instead of the continuation.
I'm trying, To remember, why?
far removed from pain is not the hearts origin.
strength which grows despite brambles. grows dense.
pain is the hearts fire