the symptoms

your pain becomes your means to an end that started with swarted thoughts
that laid beneath the surface of what once was a reality

all we needed to see was the fact that we could be
openly and freely without dying

you keep laying focus on the negative sides of a pain once anothers
it’s all passed on

break the chain
gain life by feeding it seeds from the palm of your open hand

the edges can be sanded anytime
the line never straight

and it’s never too late to give
and also - drifting is no crime

you just have to hear out for the bells to start chiming
the dawning of new life sighing for your deafness

i’ll open your eyes
but only temporarily

you must meet your middle on your own

before you’re thrown off into abysses
unfamiliar
and the size of inhumane entities trying to fill you from the outside in

-D.