In this life of mine I’ve been exposed to the same lesson
You’ll find it sticking out of the middle of my back
Be careful though
There’s blood on it.
Want to see the real person before you?
It’s had to know people,
We can pretend to be anyone
Choose a different character each day to play,
Find something they hold dear and take it away,
Perhaps even destroy it,
The smiles and well wishing words will soon vanish,
Behold their true face,
This is the real person before you, not character they play.
They’re less dreams and more future memories
I’ve seen this person before
Yet never in the flesh, not yet at least.
Do you ever dream memories you’ve yet to gain
Or is it just my fractured mind
Trying to make sense of nothing at all.
Going down an escalator
White flora skit & top, blonde hair, sapphire eyes
Stood far closer than one would normally
Pressed against me
A turned head with a slight tilt and smile from ear to ear
The second escalator appears
Like the first their actions repeat
It felt like a beautiful trap
“What was that all about?”
“I just felt like it”
They goes right, I go left
What a weird dream…
Enjoy the times you get sidetracked in life, it’s often here you’ll find things you never knew you needed that are always more precious than what you ever wanted most.
On paper people sound like they’re good people,
Shame the reality rarely reflects this.
When did we become so selfish?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a terrible person at heart,
At least I admit it.
When you’ve always been alone,
It’s people that scare you.
The void & isolation,
This is the place I know as home.