Getting to close to being alone finds a more complex version of free... There's a twist of trust that comes in clutch switching shit up finally willing to breathe... It's a drift into the ease jus past the loneliness where the mind is actually gathered... Allowing the heart touch it's own emotion in the bullpen safe from the bats that shatter... Safe in redifined kinda home granting self a break from the fiasco of lusts that aren't interested in relations to a friend... In total comfort even if life runs out n self lands at the edge of the inevitable end... Solo n not peejing into eyes other than the mirrors reflection that refuses to look away to join the chaos awaiting in the reach... It's crossing over the balance knowing no one can hurt depended wounds from battles that were only worth the lesson to teach... Falling in luv with who one is within so I've can comprehend what type will suit the feel of like without the rage of luv... Mentally content to the commitment of no one's hurts in any way shape or form no matter the rush... Looked after by numbero uno believing life is the only thing to trust for it is upfront from start to finish... Releasing the tension chosen in the grips of relentless fists... A state of mind... Living in a rare unique visual seen by the eyes... Heard by ears n tested by tastebuds so vibrant the flavor meets sound to register the pleasure of peace... Silent n happy to wait on any one person to want the need of filling dreams... Capturing the meaning in what it is we all have to share... Sidestepping societies rules as the conscious is bared...
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