Noise
the air is becoming solid in my lungs just like the mucous i cant stop coughing up these days.
i spit it out and the thick viscous trail it leaves as it slides down various surfaces reminds me of the the random "things" wearing faces and skin who drift around my daily routine.
the old woman pumping gas has a demon in her
the man who sold me my cigarettes is a monster in disguise
-hes looking for new skin to wear you know
i forget....how....voices of people existant and not, accumulate.
nothing is as insufferable as the chattering cacophany of a large crowd.
because details bleed through, words all stand out, and its a deluge of countless ideas causing system shock as it squirms into the brain.
overwhelming at times
but these things, these negatives, are required for a pure synthesis in balance.
every last drop of disgust and hatred is a bitter acid scouring the soul clean.
and so, every day the noise gets more manageable, and im starting to like it, those voices are starting to make some kind of sense.
the smiling "thank you come again" equates to "get the fuck away from me i just wanna eat cheeseburgers"
and its not so confusing
a shrouded path can be changed, when it is revealed it is inevitable, it becomes the right hand of fate your mind refuses to struggle against.
the mysterious and unknown are the great beauties.
intangible ideals that represent the very most profound border of all human understanding, the desire to SEE.
confusion is the enemy, but also a dear friend.
just as perfect lovers can become perfect enemies.
sometimes we arent prepared for whats in our head and need to be protected from it, like a highly potent time released drug that if were all absorbed at once would lead to lethal overdose.
I see that the noise ive always hated really just wanted to speak to and through me, it tells me...
as the constant negativity ive chosen to harbor strips away the veil of confusion ,positivity shines through, bringing me closer and closer to balance.
and eventually peace of mind
i spit it out and the thick viscous trail it leaves as it slides down various surfaces reminds me of the the random "things" wearing faces and skin who drift around my daily routine.
the old woman pumping gas has a demon in her
the man who sold me my cigarettes is a monster in disguise
-hes looking for new skin to wear you know
i forget....how....voices of people existant and not, accumulate.
nothing is as insufferable as the chattering cacophany of a large crowd.
because details bleed through, words all stand out, and its a deluge of countless ideas causing system shock as it squirms into the brain.
overwhelming at times
but these things, these negatives, are required for a pure synthesis in balance.
every last drop of disgust and hatred is a bitter acid scouring the soul clean.
and so, every day the noise gets more manageable, and im starting to like it, those voices are starting to make some kind of sense.
the smiling "thank you come again" equates to "get the fuck away from me i just wanna eat cheeseburgers"
and its not so confusing
a shrouded path can be changed, when it is revealed it is inevitable, it becomes the right hand of fate your mind refuses to struggle against.
the mysterious and unknown are the great beauties.
intangible ideals that represent the very most profound border of all human understanding, the desire to SEE.
confusion is the enemy, but also a dear friend.
just as perfect lovers can become perfect enemies.
sometimes we arent prepared for whats in our head and need to be protected from it, like a highly potent time released drug that if were all absorbed at once would lead to lethal overdose.
I see that the noise ive always hated really just wanted to speak to and through me, it tells me...
as the constant negativity ive chosen to harbor strips away the veil of confusion ,positivity shines through, bringing me closer and closer to balance.
and eventually peace of mind