I wanted to sit down and say something from the heart, but the heart was closed.
So I said something from my ass.
If souls are colors, then a lot of us are walking around with our hands wrapped around the center.
No light gets out.
Can’t see meeee,
Can’t see me.
So fuck you.
I don’t want you to see me.
Along the course of our lives, there’s a small number of souls we show it to.
(Hi)
Hey.
Soooo, this is me, but I act like this.
ANd I’d call that a contraption.
A complicated coping mechanism..
Just how you do…
And you can have real moments but you’d better hide them.
Because people are monsters.
(They’re nothing to fear)
Nah,, keep your eyes up and be picky about who you let see you..
Only talk about what you know,it’s the only way it rings.
(Or what you feel)
Or what you regret
(I smell sadpost!!)
Bleh,,,fuck that…
Fuck that fuck that fuck that.
Least I don’t get a hard on for a flag.
Least I notice a racket when I see one.
(Least I notice you)
Stalkers and stethoscopes
Listening to the hearts…
Thump thump,,,thump thump,,
I feel no rest…
( I smell whinepost!!)
Fuck off,,,lol,,, you said be real..
The medicating of self.
The dose.
I’m so tired of it.
It lowers the pulse and makes it easier , but it’s cumulative you see.
It never stays at one level.
It just,,it becomes everyday.
And I can’t deal with those motherfuckers out there,
The townies and the torture.
I don’t mind a small life.
I know the universe is actually inside,
But the dragon…
The buttfucking dragon,,
Can’t kill it. Can’t slay shit..
Cannot stand being here with them.
Can’t fucking stand it.
Can’t stand what the systems have made them into.
Can’t stand how they behave.
How they talk.
I’d rather be alone.
SO the universe says “fuck you too”, and I meet someone that wants to help them.
Has a heart for it.
Compassion.
Legit empathy.
And I wonder what it would be like if someone caught a younger version of myself… if you could antidote that.
(There is no antidote for that)
No, I guess not.
But still…
What an honorable attempt.
A noble desire.
Catch the wild ones in the field,open a portal and tune into them, put on your special lens and see the colors early..
Maybe you could steer them.
(Maybe)
I’d call that an honorable endeavor.
And I’d nod and tip the hat.
Because we’re surrounded by bullshit.
It’s,
All,
Bullshit.
And people live and die in it.
(And kill)
And kill.
Bleh..no remedy.
Too big…
Overwhelmed and bummer vibes.
I’ll turn it off.
Night
dawn 