An explosion of passion

[asklepiades]

Underneath the surface.

Brilliance and the tautness of never being able to let go.

Never letting the act drop to scream and tear because
You dont have that luxury
But you dont really know what you would do.

Its the fireflies in the night
Setting fire to the light
Burning down all the pretty things
Because you can’t know your name inside the dream
Gotta wake up
Gotta get out
Gotta scream without a voice
That need to shout.

That need to somehow leave a scar.
Something real, something permanent, something to hold onto when everyone messes it all up again.

A hidden voice
Need to at least try to do things ‘not right’

And all that knowing knowledge learning thoughts
cant
Stop
The idea of ‘what if its all not’

Not what you think it is
Not what you said it was
Not who you told yourself you were when
You were dreaming.

Cant know its real without leaving
Cant see the glass without a crack
Cant know its real without

Leaving it all behind.

Already there beneath the surface
Already guiding all that wit
An explosion of passion and

Everything else.