If all I am is dreaming,
remind me why I started sleeping.
Why I wandered.. into some unknown territory,
only to emerge some untold story.
It all seems so false - these keys, this house, so artificial.
A little too “official.”
When do chains break?
When we connect broken ties? Cross fine lines?
All of this - in a drive.
There’s no need for static
we’re awake with our thoughts,
amidst the most vivid of dreams.
But does intent show through?
Is my only question..
A change of view -
not only a suggestion.
And even if the slightest gains
an honorable mention,
I’ll throw out all of my dollars,
and pay my utmost attention.
something about the way certain letters fit together
forming perfect syllabic relations
between words and senses alike
it’s really no surprise, but I’ll keep it for my own eyes
something about arson,
I’ll get it right soon
if only i didn’t need to drown out the sound
by drowning out the silence
with a reckless account of what was
and what has -
that there was much
more to it all
that didn’t linger momentarily
in a sort of pattern
that seems to
i t s e l f
logic is replaced
i n f l a t e d
that’ll one day
"but nothing hurts"
in a furious fit
"Only humans had to endure anything, because only humans resisted what they saw outside themselves. Animals did not resist. But they persisted, because they became part of the wind."