We carry the demons with us

We know the transgressions, seen them, heard them, felt them

We know that everyone has their cracks, the flaws

The guilt, the pain, the terror, only known to us

We feel where the shadow lurks

To be at the bottom of the filth

We know if we let go, nothing changes

There is no hope

For I am the shadow that lurks

Carrying the demons we all hide

Our tears culminate the tears of our past, our trauma, our pain and fear, our experience. There is so much a tear can hold, the emotions escape through every drop.

The empty room is quite

No sense could compromise the emptiness

The feeling of being alone

The thought of feeling lonely

Just the nerves under the skin

Banging at the wall in the brain

Let me out, let me be free

No stimulation to be found

Only the thought racing in your head

To the silence we grafted to feel nothing

When will this cycle end

I hide

I run

I cannot seek

To tell of things forgotten

To tell the urge of certainty unbound

Never to be forgotten

I cannot seek

I run

I hide

We are tethered to a whisper, all the thoughts are adrift to a dream. We can’t help but want more in this world. With all the dampness of a cellar we reach to break the doors, break the silence. If all the things we could have would unfold, then no effort would be required. There is no lesson that can be taught without doubt.

To venture the experience ourselves we are found at a fork, did we make the right choice? Should we have listened to the warnings or the teacher to the lesson. No one can experience it like you, we are given advice but it is not learned until we choose. Life isn’t given to lean, rather to learn. Don’t take my advice, just live.

No fancy words or lines

It is just fascinating how over stimulated we are as a species. In this day and age of course. Sit in a quiet dark room and see for yourself. No tech or distractions. Can’t wait for warm weather.

The momentum swiftly moves forward

The days get colder

The nights get shorter

The days seem to blend

A new year approaches

A new destiny appears over the hills

It is time to push forward

The balance is in restoration

In harmony we stay

To the new day we come

Ambitions to chase

To be collected by the mass

To be part of something

To be loved by someone

I have my own path

I have my own ambitions

I want no part of anything else

I’m tired and broken

I will break no further

Once you realize that you should not give a fuck about what other people think, your life will be better.

With each leaf that falls

With each gust of cold air

With each chlorophyll that dies

With each dew to frost

With each cloud that approaches

With each crackle from the fire

Winter is approaching