Ive tasted death more than once. Before on my lips and now on my tongue. In that shell, spinning spinning spinning. Sitting by a stranger, spinning to my death. "Great," I thought. This is how i will die. And when the world can to a halt once again, my emotions called by the adrenaline was still running through my veins. But that cross over, that cross to the other side, it woke me up. I was awake with dead blood.
I'm not of this world, so why should I leave my sanctuary. I'm back in a shell, but this time its mine and I'll be safe. Back to infinite potential. I'm comfortable in here. Why should i go out there where there is nothing but fear. I cant pretend to be like them anymore. I'm not that human being. So i have to leave. Take my shell and leave. Its bigger than all of us... Maybe that's why no one understand each other. This is something i have to do. Struggle is the enemy but growth is the remedy. I'm going home. I look up above and see that potential. I don't want to taste anything old upon my tongue.
Im trapped in my mind and i dont think I'll ever really go.
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