There’s something extremely strange about us, not so far for external, but in our minds, our minds hold keys. Memories.
But for ourselves, we have our purpose; even failures.
But our future, is that what we are made for?
We are no longer in the past,
We are neither in the future,
We are in the now.
There are times we create worlds in our minds, to make ourselves feel more alien to this life.
For Inside our minds can be worlds so ungodly beautiful, we forget this fact, create and make many thoughts, sheltered in us is a dream, a dream so amazing. We keep it hidden.
Why do we do this?
Us humans are extrodianry, we have thoughts, feelings, dreams, emotions and what do we do?
Make realities in our minds, so powerful that we prefer that inner world to this one.
When you have no light in the darkness, you may walk alone.
Maybe choosing to walk alone or trying to find someone else to walk with you, But know i can see through into your darkness too, beside you now i still question these thoughts.
I lay here now, accomplished nothing but feeling scarce. feelings of overselling anxiety, or maybe deep intertwined sadness of who i want to be, but unable to be there. Im stuck. Im always stuck, caught between a barrier of unspent sorrows.
Seeking refuge, i want to bid a final farewell to this war.
Am i safe here? Are we safe?.
For now im capable of intending to find myself hidden, but till then,
The darkness will find me again