the mind: a blank canvas

The mind can go from being an abstract expressionist to a blank canvas between chapters suppressing raw emotions - Some transitions are unpreparable Feeling like an explosive in its prime, in the depths of an active lava dome seething for release, with erratic amounts of pressure from various directions. But forever true freedom is always … Continue reading the mind: a blank canvas

blurry lined thoughts

I’m clinging onto the edge of insanity Gripping onto the realms of reality But I’m desperately drowning in what’s shallow feeling so deep With a kaleidoscopic vision, my world is a distorted perfection that I’m forced to accept But how can you live freely and happily a life that you haven’t even chosen And what … Continue reading blurry lined thoughts

the rapids

Inattentive and withdrawn There’s so much wrong with the world Where can peace be found? When there aren’t any words that resonate with anything logical And everything that used to feel spiritual, is meaningless Hope is illogical when the air is still. The sun is present Warmth can be sensed, But only dark clouds exist … Continue reading the rapids

confined

He was a stranger living within the darkest depths of her mind. He had endowed the ability to control her every move. She was shackled by string and chained to the bars which blurred her conscious mind, Lying, cheating, manipulative bastard. His upbringing influencing hers Her upbringing being influenced by his. He is everywhere she … Continue reading confined