at night you'll watch the movements in your fragile mind
wishing for the fingertips to run over today
and bring out the sunshine from you lifetime
and those innoecent minutes placed back in the third year
you'll be watched as the liwuid flows
as your bruises and cut start to form
the eyes never leave
the auburn glow of your eye swiftly dances in time
to the nature of reality so scarily decays
nice to knwo this is the end
of brutal honest
and poetry
and everything in between
if you sit in a public place for long enough. your mind will attatch itself to someone. you'kll trace there movements when they crush their empty cans. light a cigarette waiting for the end of their life. youll notice how odd the humans we know are. you never notice becuas eyou never tke the time to pay attention. im slightly ashamed to say that i learn mostly from books music and television. i wish i learn from real life experiences but thw world tends to move awya from relaity and more into how to disinfect everythign we have. the impacts lost. we arent allowed to feel. we arent alowed to bve outraged we arent allowed to be intrigued. we must comment on everfythign eith a detatched superiority. we talk about toher countries desperatly clinging to anythign near stability. we know whats going on but becuase we are so sanitised and desensitised it feels like a storyh. liek a dream. the pictures dont seem real. they feel faked... we cant stop and really experience it.