Feeling kind of shakey
And fragile
And open
Tore my heart apart
Just to show you where it hurts
To alleviate the suffering
To see (how I believe) everybody else sees,
I remember once,
A boy I used to love
Told me he wished he could live a day in my head
To shake up the unrest
But then he took it back
Cause he said he wouldn’t be able to bare the pain I was in
And the pain is a scar
From an injury I did unto myself
A scab I kept picking
Before it became a traceable mark
That I could no longer hide from myself or anybody else
That taunts me
And echoes down the corridors of my mind
That stands as a barrier
Between the light outside and the dark inside
Balance is golden
But balance is rare
You cannot be everything and anything
You must decide
On a way
Your way
That sings and dances and breaths
sunlight and songbirds through the days,
That draws with crayons
a multicoloured picture of two-headed insects and blooming fields,
A place where the grass can be purple
and the stars are visible in the daylight,
An imaginarium of ideas
That can make sense to only you
For within these grandiose creatures and places
Are ideas rooted deep beneath the earth and stooped high above the trees
Loved the imagery. Would like to see it illustrated not because I can’t imagine it but because the ideas evoke such strong visual images.
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