Forbidden

It wasn’t ever there for the taking. It grew over the walls 

without me expecting it.

And now here I am. Over indulged by this thing. Taking 

up space in my mind and taking away my consistency.

I’m breathing a little uneasily. And I’ve forgotten what it 

feels like to be without.

Carrying on is always rarely fluent. In my sleep, I see the 

things that my mind replays. New scripts are made.

But the scenes are so hidden and in life so forbidden.

Aligned realities. My biggest struggle is my highest truth. 

But together in a world that is so untrue, my mind battles 

every thing I ever knew.

To be so real in a small current, I lose my flow every now 

and then. I’m losing it now and I’ll lose it again. 

Waves

Identities alter. Concentrated in some circumstances and less
in others. The concentrated doses are reflections of that one drop.
Once that drop is exposed into the sea of still waters, the waves
start to form.

The waves move so remotely. Pragmatic and yet ponderously.
As if each wave had behind it an essence of such depth. So vague
and blurry,but vigorous in it's crash upon the shore. The conception
becomes real.

Running

Miles in my mind
I'm running now, always running
and I keep running
But I got to slow down now, slow down every time.

My adaptation is too abstract
I cant function in this world and others
The energy is lost in distraction
Lost in time, in all directions

It's hard to focus on things sometimes
Slowing down makes it all disappear
My visions, this daze
It allowed me to be ahead, but it doesn't make sense

It doesn't make sense anymore
How can I connect
How can I bridge the gap
Life seems too easy at times
When you don't read between the lines

Kaleidoscopic

My worlds always seem to collide. There are many sides 

to you that you pull out of the hat. At school, at work, at 

social occasions, and creative functions, who you are when 

no one’s watching. There are too many sides, but they’re 

all organized and derived when needed. Context is everything 

and so the mentality is a shape- shifter - water filler – to the 

oddest glass shapes you can find.

Lines blur, but don’t they always? You can’t help it when 

emotions are triggered. You feel a pull, a cosmic reaction, 

simple expansion, so fluid, so lucid, you loose it.

Suddenly, what you’re feeling is all around you, it’s all of 

you, every action reflects it. The birth of solidarity brings 

together all the sides of you in play. An unrehearsed play, 

you know your role, but you’re not acting anymore.

Life becomes so improvised, every notion, every observance 

is entangled in it. It’s like a never ending design of the mind.
Patterns exuberated all around. It bursts into the atmosphere.
It’s so contagious that I can’t see past it. I’m blinded by what
I see, one thing, one vibration, my eyes are closed and I still
see it. 

This love is kaleidoscopic.