*We don't belong
in this world*,
the realization begins
with an ache,
a vague
sense of longing,
for a life
of more meaning,
that we so badly
need to be true,
Shortly after,
comes an
insatiable lust
to brush against
the soft shoulder
of a purely
creative existence,
To arrive there
can be no room for
pleasurable illusions,
we must vow to
do battle with the
world for headspace
every f*cking second
of our existence,
Words cannot
come more
close to ears,
as endless spirals
of deep, dark rejection
rip through our souls
with every intent
to destroy us
until they reveal just
how hallow and weak
their grip is,
There are no
easy gains when
dreams begin
on the other side
of fear and pain
a threshold,
once crossed,
leaves you
forever changed
never to return
to the harsh
world again,
Never will you
want it to end,
never will you
wish to stop sharing
with this world
tiny glimpses
of your soul
for it is the only
thing that
makes you feel
whole again.
