comfort in moments alone... back to the one behind closed doors that understands the never ending existence... free for the mind to roam... unchained by binds bound to luv'rs who wish to change details without resistance...
feeling sheltered truths coming to life... hidden secrets allowed to be... falling back into self to live in true form in it's rare need... solo beneath the nights fall settling crazed dreams... self being the one who defines every n anything moving through distance laying in moments alone... thinking in a drifting mind where the untamed creations speak... with no one near to insinuate or determine the outcome of who it is that resides behind these unseen eyes happy to simple be alive to breathe... hoping for clarity to remain on the other side when crossing over to add to memories to come... yet ok with the skin to go untouched for there is no single person who can give anymore than an other... as to debate the fact is to entertain the selfishness of luv's blinded ways in which i too even run from... in moments alone there's a satisfaction of doin whatever the fuck silence can give to the balance goin from luv'rs that wanna hover... digging beneath the kiss slipping in between the lips... as wants turn the head of a more subtle approach to live...
like holds the master key copied by most that are outta control... so it's the click n twist to lock out the world who cannot see the resistance... happy to have the opportunity to not desire false truths of anyone i shall ever try to convince self to somehow being unable to live without their hold... knowing things never remain the same as the redirection returns to the one place no one is ever allowed to go... living with no reason for the heart to believe it possesses the power to decide what it to stand in the way of happiness' worth ... reminding the passerbyers in moments of whispers that there is no place called home... in no disrespect of the over emotionalized characteristics they carry that confuse the thought process with silly lil words... i;m fins with me until the day i die...
so to move in motion with anyone will need to enjoy the feel as if they were not around... of this o could never lie... once the comfort is shook there's a link broken in the muted vibe that creates sound... loosening to the walls witness to the solitude of another version of free most cannot comprehend... as truthful remarks distinguish the affect of never in need as the want to be felt is what's truly heard... as is is the honest reply when the seeking claims to be told they are what life cannot go on without as a friend... tongues know the lie all to well when the healing takes its chance not wanting to be hurt...
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