senseless luv...

We could live forever and I still wouldn’t feel the pulse of my heart pulsating ever again. Through the course of time I’ve realized luv is as selfish as a moment that passes like the touch of hands. Holding on to key go fire simmering new just to feel alive. Bcuz we all die inside of ourselves from the boredom that eventually claimed the mind. So of a matter of when to let go once the giddy sounds outta control. Truth is the only place that can give comfort is in the head for it is our only home. As people want to be acknowledged until they get what they want. Leaving sooner than never as if promises actually uphold a sense of luv. It fades to memories that capture bits and pieces of confusion into the mind bank comprehend. We’re all living our own lives simultaneously as we mingle with friends. Those who become downers they once were before the knowing of their existence. Altering emotions and mindsets due to situational circumstances that puts self on defense. To dis speak more offensively to others who haven’t figured out the game. Were all on it for self. There is no looking for another for help. Without the inner makings comprehending the facts one cannot have a truly coexist even if they tried. To earn the meaning by reflecting will create a solitude that settles the nerves. The silence will calm the vibrations within words. As to run in packs is to act accordingly to be relevant to hire to behave. To be manipulated by the intent hidden by passersbyers who are fake. Bcuz they do not witness the patterns of going from one liv’r to the next bcuz they wanna be felt. Bcuz of the shallowness of not knowing self. We are alike but not the same. We interact but have our own way. To share portions of self is to step set from what’s trapped within. Knowing each and every encounter will always retract from a place we’ve been. Returning to self with utter sherry lesson learned. Having for others a certain common worth. To make self feel better and not do alone. Bcuz of there were only one person left, they’d be the closest thing to being dead as they roamed. By self, with self. Its others that ignite the curiosities we think about. To come from beneath the skin. To do a lil more than be. To live in more than one sense of free. Yeah, love will hurt in ways you believe it was never real. But bcuz it was you were able to feel. One just hasta accept is nothing more than a revolving door. Faces appear and then they are no more. They’re sucking on someone rises lips and life goes on. Having no one around isn’t so bad to have as a norm. It’s the balance needed to appreciate who has come doing. Giving more purpose to those favorite songs. All in all so many refuse to collaborate with who they are. Walking sound in constant wonder of the contents in their hearts…