Found

Sides, Faces, Phases, Places.

We’re filtered in each person’s perspectives. The labels never go
away, and each action is replaced with another label. Forever breaking
them through opposite extremes. You are seen as something else.
Insanity driven, influenced by context, proving through standards.
Not everyone’s story adds up. But the influence is there and the
influenced are lost. A sense of loss.. the self is sought.

I’m this if I wear that. I’m that because I act like this. The walls are
up, the vulnerability is never around. The tangibles are a distraction,
an investment into the downfall. The illusions are cast by the magician,
bored in its cage.The hidden stories behind it add up to nothing of
this world.

 Earth bound - I’m so found.

To be unseen. The silence creates the noise. The itch is provoking
us to splatter onto the canvas. Splatters of chaos and of raw intentions.
The feeling of the world is lost in the wilderness.

And then we are faced with the attack.
When the tension is found and when we become untamed.
The stillness evokes.
Going into being gone.