And if the world was shattered into glass..
Invisible communication sends out invisible lines to all the shattered planes.
Those people over there,
These people over here.
Connected in the moment.
Sheets of glass,floating in space.
Tied together through fiber optics and shooting thoughts at each other, at the speed of light.
Noises,colors,images, “vibes”
Blasting out, every second of every day…
More colors than the human eye can perceive .
You’ll see all types, you’ll observe and you will converse, you might decide to engage from time to time.
I guess it’s understanding.
Caring enough to try.
“Make friends”
Try to put yourself in the shoes of a stranger and try tell yourself that it’s for an altruistic motivation.
(What bugs hide in the corners??)
No.
They’re not bugs.
They’re people just like I am.
What you’re describing is the wrong way to be.
Same shit.
Everybody got problems.
Everybody got some flavor of fucked-up inside. Some malfunction. All of them.
You just can’t see inside of their heads.
You don’t know which brand of problems someone has.
Because they keep it in, like a normal person..
For better or worse.
(Loneliness)
A vortex of the lost..
Walking clocks, not time bombs, but clocks.
And evvvverybody wants to tell you what fucking time it is..
It doesn’t matter if you asked them for it or not, they want,nay..need to tell you what time it is.
Because they know.
And it’s important for everyone to know what time it is.
So crowds look upon them, and they collectively consider…
“Sure am glad this creature told me what time it is…how noble..how admirable,,,,what a gift we have received from this person…telling us what time it is”
* a stranger walks up*
Hey guys,, I don’t think it’s really that time,, I think it’s this time…
People get mad, oh boy do they get mad..
(Got a solution?)
Make a sun-dial and try to figure out what time it is for yourself…
ANd don’t sneak peeks at other people’s watches.
They earned that watch.
You didn’t.
(I don’t even like watches, don’t like how they feel on my wrist..)
You know what I mean..asshole…
(Yeah I get it, cute metaphor.. why don’t you talk about what’s really on your mind..)
Girls.
I’m always thinking about girls.
I spend a lot of time and energy thinking about girls..and acting like I’m not..
(Fucked up Romeo lolololol)
I know right?
It’s not an option because some people are fucked and can’t figure out how to unfuck themselves..
But they do it anyway…
And If I go in deep with someone,,,like,,,a bond is made.
And I subconsciously try to turn on a magnetism..
Annnnnddd…
I can shut my emotions off.
If I need to walk away.
(It took a lot of fucking practice..)
Fuck yeah it did.
Emotional regulation.
Improper dealings of heartbreak,,
Blah blah blah blah….
Feel things super heavy, have to make it stop,,, so you disconnect.
(Super fucked up)
Ultra.
I do it with everyone else too.
Turn out the lights.
Turn off the heart.
(How does knowing that about yourself make you feel?)
Even worse.
Like a sociopath.
Like a narcissist that only cares about himself..
Hate it.
Bleh.. hate it the most.
(Makes for a good smart-ass lolol)
Yeah,, it’s still not fun.
Soooooooo…
(At least you can talk about it)
Yeah..Here lolololol
It’s a drag.
I really like spending time with girls.
Talking and going heavy in conversation,, ya know, all that gay shit.
Kicking it with some kitties.
In a peaceful little sanctuary that is only you and I.
And whatever in the motherfuck is happening out there?
Doesn’t matter.
Because we have this.
I have the strength and you have the intelligence, I will see to it that you are safe and loved, and you will see to it that I am on the right path.. and loved.
The fire is here.. there’s nothing out there. Until the end of the world. Until they put me into the ground.
I’m here with you.
And I’ll fight for what we made together.
And I will listen.
I will try to see through your eyes and you will rub my shoulders when I get tired of carrying all this.
Everything pales away against this sanctuary.
No past, no sad stories..
Just you and I….
……………
(Jacking off is pretty cool too)
You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?
(Just fuckin with ya,, that wasn’t bad, decent flow)
I saya , I say…
“How you talk from dat hart?”
How doth one spit such emotion?
Tell me..
How do you bleed what you feel???
(You make it digestible,,dickface)
Digestible..
There’s a neat word..
(Jesus, wrap it up)
Aight…
Art is cool.
I get overwhelmed, and I don’t know what to do with feelings.
It’s humbling.
dawn 