trimming away loose debris...

catching up with the thoughts floating through my mind... trying to make sense of how emotion wound up running from life... sounds linger like echos chasing the silence wanting to be heard... putting together a comprehension that makes sense of useless words... lingering within the confusion trust has hidden somewhere unknown... as the hunt has been tiring attempting to unfold every motion that flows...it's dark behind the eyes when the lids finally shut... afraid of dreams crawling with the nights drifting with a lil thing called luv... as the uncertainty riddles phrases of what the fuck is truly going on... so far outta tune hope is scared of feelings being torn... deep beneath the shell seen by sights a war is at rage... battling to overcome complex judgement's as choices have all began to fade... settling in the the safe haven of solitude capturing the motion to live... as self is at the edge trimming away loose debris to find the tingle of lips... babbling from within to someone else willing to consider the mingling pulse... yet in the dead stares walls don't move to see beyond the realm of a quiet room... one in which gives comfort to the heart aching for a more subtle approach as a truce moves... words sit upon the tongue of curious interests gone unused... following vivid recollections of what characters can do to cut wounds in the side leaking laughter's kaboom... the decision to open the gates is on the table caught somewhere between contentment n ripping the fuck loose... waiting on a true chance to evolve with a opposition that soothes... letters are disorganized seeking the gathering of sense to be made... blinded in the dark rambling in a singular state of craving a lil more to gain... sound bounces in a discombobulated form where nothing is clear... thinking one day it'll all come together n tones will shape syllables for ear to relate to a moment lost in fear...