Cracka lackin'
letting go of the defenses that once kept you safe
Are you moving with intention or simply carrying on?
Where the depths of my mind take me, I cannot deny.
I must bear witness or risk rejecting my own hand.
The connection formed with yourself
year after year
subjected to the stands.
People take and take…
You must defend yourself!
Chip away at yourself piece by piece!
Hand over a pound of mined coal.
Put it back together like one ashy puzzle,
You’ll like the result.
It turns into mined gold.
Where’s the sense anymore?
Finding I’ve starved myself only when full.
Do I withstand myself,
embrace life as a fool?
Comfort in your own presence-
That is if alone time truly exists.
The greatest testament to time unexamined.
Where a hug follows a melancholic sigh
Echoing off the walls of an inky cavern.
Ordinarily commune with loving fruit bats or become patient zero?
Choose Your Own Adventure
Where the choice ends upon entering a cave at all.
Rewinding the tape.
Wondering if this is just a cliché.
Braving face-to-face with still pitch black once more.
Creating static noise to fill the silence of a thought.
Then another.
“anything can be music”
The only lesson recalled from that one teacher’s words.
Playing my cello of outcomes that await.
Questioning my own judgment,
calling upon [it] for answers already known.
Love it