The body’s here but mind’s amiss. Must’ve been dragged away into hiding, safe keeping, protected from hurt and slander. Body feels heavy from the weight of the minds troubles. Maybe that’s why they need a break from each other sometimes.
It’s a complex juxtaposition of emotions and actions - results of pent up thoughts of all things good and ungodly, pressed in by things unthinkable because velvet emotions plastered onto sandpaper people force an ugly feeling.
Constant heartaches and headaches leaving too many melody’s of wild untold stories at stake. Trying to put them into coherent phrases seem to a parallel that of a mountainous route. A wandering mind seeping into it’s deepest darkness to find itself escaping into true beauty of garden’s greenery may be the only thing keeping the eruption at bay.
I don’t understand why I’m confused over love lost in hurtful words thrown from all different directions. Trapped yet freed by the white walls closing in on the negativity inviting in insanity.
Who to turn to? If everything we’ve ever loved has been lost to the earth’s soil, exactly where we were created but steered clear of our own creations. Purple skies and candy floss clouds shun into the background by an overwhelmingly beautifully uniquely made you. Hiding in wolf packs afraid to let a lion’s roar be defined by those who lack a freedom of mind? Who says I can’t live inside myself looking out through hand painted brown window pains while I feel the rain fall. Let me, the hurricane seek, crave, yearn, understand and misunderstand the complexity that is man but find a home in myself which always felt alone.
Let the individual belong to herself.