(046) between you and me

a misinterpretation gaining way. critical meanings forming out of clay. backing away from hidden comparisons too fast will leave a stain to show the beauty of the past. black and white were divided from the mix, but you still waste your time building your house with my bricks. take a breath while you're able to breathe and open your eyes while you're able to see. we slowly look around for what we'll never find and only come to realize we've left it far behind. something that was conserved without a chance to ever be transferred on, but it keeps drifting away until it's totally gone. healthy plants were uprooted from this fertile ground because a mix of stormy winds suddenly arrive and collided without sound. forever in debt to the reasoning of mankind.

i can't see straight in this mixture of my own love and my own falsified hate. everyone tries to break me apart, but they don't even know where to start. i'm just impaired; incoherently walking between blurred lines of decisions instead. it's hard to define what's real about the ways i wander around in my collapsible mind. the clocks keep ticking, but time is left unchanged. i think about the overwhelming, exponential cost - the cost of being free, and i realize the difference isn't lost between you and me. forever in debt to the deaf and the blind.