I am the voice
A sensation
A resonating thought
From a whisper
Growing infinite
To the strength
Breaking barriers
Shaped to hold me apart from the feeling that I let flow with ease.
To look up
not to look down
To forget the past
To let it all go
The Purpose of having moments of regret
are hard to comprehend
When justifying the means
For the inevitable end
My friend
I have held you so high in regards that you do not deserve
I refuse to hold myself to the standard I deserve
I place you higher
Why?
I let you step forward
I let you, my power just for me to be transitioned into a powerless state.
I hate that
Hate, I feel in regards to a few things.
My own submissiveness, The part of me that exists with such a resentful wish
given by only your breath.
What is it you seek?
Not a thought passes through your mind where you think of me.
I am completely isolated from your soul,
I yearn to connect with something
someone yet not just anyone
Leading a life where I am headed towards despair and wholesome loneliness
Do i really seek comfort?
From this life that holds absolutely no meaning.
Really its only a secret that you hide from yourself
You hide behind religion,
the unseen
the god that lifts my spirits
The spirits that exists because you see it
Nonsense To me
everything for you.
What is it I want
Simply everything my ego screams and demands for.
A human is simple.
Food sex and comfort.
the complexities have risen in acquiring finer things, finer sex, finer food, finer comfort
beyond anything else how do we prove otherwise?
The humbled servant of god that denounces their own nature, their own desire, the selfless life of true piety, if it even exists.
To surrender to give up, to not make the world a better place.
Feeling as if not contributing or not taking part in anything IS the best for this world.
Simply pass as never having passed, just to be as meaningless as existence itself.
To leave no marks, letting evil, that god created for the sake of lessons that need to be taught, just be.
It's all justified, every sin.
Every division.
Where is the meaning you seek?
What do we do to not give in to ourselves?
Why shouldn't we? What's the questions you ask? What reason does it have?
Where is my freedom
the consciousness I carry confuses me, I want to be simple, But I am simple, it's just my own perception of my genius that causes confusion. A true delusion!
I believe it!
My greatness! That I am too humble to admit too!
Isn't that what makes me truly an intelligent person?
The simultaneous awareness of my enlightenment alongside with how it coincides with humanity.
How my delusion fits no part of any puzzle because I am just one person in a small corner of the world trying to see greatness in my attempts to only distract myself from me ageing
and that inevitable void. That I so welcome, with patience because of the visions that I have
That I see myself among these stars
that are placed for us to idealize and to make us never feel content with what we have.
How can I want a life that I know doesn't give me happiness.
But I know it does.
To be great at what I do,
Just to talk about wanting to do it.
Never doing it.
Afraid of failure so I sit and stay away.
A thousand reasons to not be happy.
I do not deserve it.
How selfless of me.
My mind is split into parts, where I see everything from the other perspective but never from the point within.
We spawn into this life, our eyes translate reality
our mind interprets
yet we see it all different
How?
Why?
We wage war because I am right and you are wrong.
We choose not to participate because neither is right or wrong.
My weakness wouldn't allow me to be strong.
What a simple way to put it.
You breathe easy and let me carry your struggles
You enjoy the life I wish I had
While I carry the misfortunes.
Grab the women I sought to fill baseness
Letting me feel jealous of never having felt what you indulge in.
I hate that feeling yet I let it hit me in the face
Like falling to the floor and tasting dirt
an inferior complex way of having a reality check
To be indifferent through delusion.
How do I feel so disconnected in a world where I claim I feel so much?
Every one of my senses is wide awake.
I have stopped numbing myself, this is my reawakening
and its pointless really.
I liked myself better as a drunk.
I could make that argument.
What the fuck are you looking at?
I don't have scars. Just one. Repetitive.
Play along just to be part of love.
To stand up and denounce just to lose the warmth that I denied.
Seems backwards.
I really wish I could believe in god.
But how could I if all this is so ridiculous.
I'm translating my visions into an unrealistic reality.
There is nothing else left for us to do, then to always stay true.
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