Yesterday, I walked down a narrow street and I thought about this Earth. Why do we stay in one place? What binds us to a specific object?
I don't want to go mad. Insanity is trying to snatch me with its claws. The Goddess in me lost her powers. It has become very difficult to fight against the force that pulls me towards the edge of the world. I can see the oceans oozing over the corners, their green light is binding. The drug of life is wonderful if you know how to use it and when to take it. Why do I always pick the wrong time?
I don't want to be buried. Please, let the wind carry my ashes across the sea when I die. I want to see the world from a different perspective. Death is not a monster. Instead, it's a pathway that leads you to another world. Where? What world? What will tomorrow bring me?
I watched my mind struggle on a huge plate. God wanted to feed my thoughts to the eagles of tomorrow but I refused. My legs are stuck in the goo of the past. It's magic doesn't want to release me. Sometimes, I am afraid of the future so I cling to yesterday. I bury my fingernails into my memories and the people inside of them are my slaves. Help me free myself from this torment. This is not for me. This world will suck all the happiness from my heart. I don't want that.
I need strength. I don't want the fear to eat my insides. What did God say? What did the eyeless people say? I didn't get anything. I was lost.
I don't want to go mad. Insanity is trying to snatch me with its claws. The Goddess in me lost her powers. It has become very difficult to fight against the force that pulls me towards the edge of the world. I can see the oceans oozing over the corners, their green light is binding. The drug of life is wonderful if you know how to use it and when to take it. Why do I always pick the wrong time?
I don't want to be buried. Please, let the wind carry my ashes across the sea when I die. I want to see the world from a different perspective. Death is not a monster. Instead, it's a pathway that leads you to another world. Where? What world? What will tomorrow bring me?
I watched my mind struggle on a huge plate. God wanted to feed my thoughts to the eagles of tomorrow but I refused. My legs are stuck in the goo of the past. It's magic doesn't want to release me. Sometimes, I am afraid of the future so I cling to yesterday. I bury my fingernails into my memories and the people inside of them are my slaves. Help me free myself from this torment. This is not for me. This world will suck all the happiness from my heart. I don't want that.
I need strength. I don't want the fear to eat my insides. What did God say? What did the eyeless people say? I didn't get anything. I was lost.