The Darkest Minds

Death is outside my window. Death is inside you. Fear can not save you. Ideas lye dormant inside of the substance. A loss of hope, a false sense of something waiting. Uncovering the source is the simple key. When wizards must point toward the skies, the world they see shall cease to exist. Life can be felt inside of you, it dwells here in this forgotten dream. A dream of this, we dream for you. Dream for yourself and vitality will shine through. May we try for you to understand the meaning behind this vision. Might you not be torn away. In the possibility of everything, lies the promise of spirit. Let it take you away, and lose your diseased mind. Find me inside the depths of your soul, Ill be waiting for you.

Unraveling a mystery; interpreting a vision of complexity

Here you cant be yourself, because you have no self.

I am deep inside of an unknown place. . .In a mindless sort of way.

Surrounded by the substance of soul
My mind swims around a field of stillness.

All the threads that bind us to existence are vivid and strong.

Secret worlds and faraway places
recollection of memories long forgotten, but never deserted.
Calling my name quietly, I hear a whisper and wake up from my dream.

You barely touched me, while fully embracing me
Waves of inspiration come crashing in.

No longer chasing desires.
What was once above me is now below.
I caught a glimpse of your dream, it was the one with me in it.

Now I'm watching you watch me, and its the most beautiful thing I could have imagined.

Meeting me where the sun rises.
Giving me reason, giving me something to say.

We dont need a reassurance to know if were alive.
You feel it and I feel it, so strongly that nothing else matters.
We are Here.

The Unknown World of Lunacy

First impressions... there were none. Not knowing myself enough to really chose something to go on. You can see it in their eyes when they don't understand.

Unworthy... as they sink into their mindless worlds of deception. holding tight onto their preconceived ideas of what this woman might be, but you will never even come close to understanding the mystery behind this form, so many expressions, so many faces, so many seasons and so many changes, how this never stays the same for long, as the moon waxes and wanes so does she.

Does it satisfy the mind or could it be something they had missed? I am conscience of my being but I don't feel real, gazing into your curious eyes wondering where I had lost myself, feeling something extraordinary, having stolen that world from me. She was then looking for answers in every direction,

And so she sent herself out into the world, into a delusional world, but the world non the less, it may have been a dream, but it was now too late to ponder. She was wandering somewhere vaguely familiar, she had shoved it away into the quiet place of make believe, the feeling had fallen so far down she could barely remember if it was real, but so she went on waiting for nothing to find her, frantically scanning her memories, some false some true, of what she thought might have been her life at some point in time.

There was now a sense of emptiness, perhaps a loss of something vital.
I was there standing above the pathways... tired, weak and straining to keep my eyes open. Hearing someone crying out to me, as I turned away... hiding in the dark she held them... feeling inferior, vulnerable and anxious, they dissipated into her world of make believe.

And they always ask why it was said this way, what it might be about the hopelessness of it all that was so thrilling, what might it be about this world of fantasy that you might not interpret the very same way.

It stops for a moment, then I find myself wondering if I'm my own at all, as
something slides its way inside my head, perversion of the mind, being drawn into a haze. singing the song. singing it without worry.

Seeking refuge in the deafening noise, beginning to amplify, waiting for the day, but there was no waiting. "Chose a side" she said... No, I couldn't possibly.