to much time alone digs into places in the mind that doesn't need tampered with... seems when crossing the line of loneliness thoughts get to configuring beyond the need of correction n a solo state of mind turns on others jus wanting to live... looking in mirrors trying to find life that tends to us vanity to exist... flicking birds as a self righteousness that lingers into sights noticing balled up fists... there is no life behind closed doors running from the fear of being touched as we pretend we're a ok... feeling some kinda way thinking self is the only one goin through to inner chaos that's chosen due to choices made... solitude runs away with the thoughts that call out to the dangers of over protection that are seriously immature... becoming a lil too fuckin in tuned until the relativity of the mingle can't find it in the vibe to relate to others so unsure... it's the trickery of the mind of going back in for far to long that changes the way eyes stare into a drift at this worlds entertainments... finding our own sitting without an other when the connection could be therapeutic to keep a level head avoiding the containment... lost in the battle shying away from the temptations to reason with the normality that causes people to change... behind the limits where we shut down things occur we don't realize as it's a whole different kinda game...
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