(0407) starting over

dead to everyone else but myself, but it's just as well. i'll never have what they desire, but fortunately, we all have different needs. ignore the smoke and mirrors. he knows where he's headed and has no reason to be afraid of what you call a dead-end.

irrelevance is the first step into obscurity. a void in the brain has no ability to understand its lingering cliche of lies and oblivious thoughts. this is the self-fulfilling prophecy of the midwest. move on, but you won't. you'll disappear under a halo of guilt and boredom.

falling apart in the pretense of opinions, and everyone's egos are fragile and vapid. i drown these assumptions in a sink and start over in a desert. just started the book and already i'm zoning out. it comes and goes. usually goes. running out of ideas? i'm running out of air. this was the last straw.

(0406) crack the egg

breathe the air and wait. watch your love dissipate.
the mechanism of fate is when you crack the egg.
learn to tell the time, and in time, you'll learn to rhyme.
and when you're ready to climb, remember to fall.
filter out the waste. make it worthy of your tastes.
don't be defeated in haste. you'll still have to swim.
give your ghost to someone else, but don't confuse it with yourself.
the only thing that will help is a broken mirror and shooting stars.

fill this vacancy. no more pills to sleep.
nothing perfect is free. equation nullified. need no receipt.

can't reflect the things we want.
never understood what we were taught.
hold ugly secrets in our hearts.
still trying to figure out where to start.
what a fucking lovely work of abstract art.
it's nobody's fault. it's a game of seeing shadows in the dark.