It’s like I can’t speak, some forces sew my lips shut, and every time I open them I’m bleeding. I look around to them, to everyone, and no one’s there; the distance between inches is too great we cannot see each other.
Mouth frozen, eyes observing and I’m not sure what I’m waiting, looking for. All I know is I haven’t seen it/found it/been able to communicate with it. And I am empty, a bottomless vessel that for all my inspiration and intellect cannot fill.
Is eveyone faking it, or do they not feel it? Are they whole and I am inadequate or we taking it in stride with these chasms in our spirit? Because I’m tired of not feeling – I want something to live for. I want someone I can believe in, a place where I can find rest, silence to return, and stop fearing human minds.
Is my state lucidity, depression, or a comatose state? I haven’t a clue.
Mouth frozen, eyes observing and I’m not sure what I’m waiting, looking for. All I know is I haven’t seen it/found it/been able to communicate with it. And I am empty, a bottomless vessel that for all my inspiration and intellect cannot fill.
Is eveyone faking it, or do they not feel it? Are they whole and I am inadequate or we taking it in stride with these chasms in our spirit? Because I’m tired of not feeling – I want something to live for. I want someone I can believe in, a place where I can find rest, silence to return, and stop fearing human minds.
Is my state lucidity, depression, or a comatose state? I haven’t a clue.
2 Diced | rediscover communication
