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.