Some words for the night...
There are many things that are kept away, and are probably better off left unsaid.
But, by bottling it all up, it builds pressure. If it's not leaked out in someway, it may try to stretch, and grow to consume you.
When that happens, how do you seal it back again? And when you do, will the cycle just keep on repeating?
When you throw in encryption and put on the mask, does it truly relieve the pressure building within you? Does it just make it heavier on your mind?
And yet, somehow you know, that it'll find a way to disappear into obscurity.
Will everything feel like a mistake, or a correct decision? What kind of wisdom is need to answer all of the questions presented to you? What is truly transpiring, when it causes joy, confusion, frustration, and apathy?
Somehow, you feel like you can predict the outcome. And yet, at the same time, you know that it will not come to be. Everything leads to the obvious, but that is only because you have the master key to their decryption.
Life goes on...and when we ponder on our own thoughts for too long, we miss our window of opportunity, and must settle for something less.
Would you call it deceit? When you know that no one understands, and at the same time everyone knows, what do you call it, psychotic?
You find that your own wavelength matches no ones, but you remember that they do cross others in different places. Are you unique, or do you make it seem so to yourself?
Things change. Everything changes. If you were to start over, with no memory of anything but yourself, how would your relationship with others change? We always say that it'll be the same, but would it truly? What kind of masks do we all unknowingly wear?
Funny how the mind can understand almost anything but itself. It also just likes to hear itself.
Maybe...some things really are better left unsaid.
But, by bottling it all up, it builds pressure. If it's not leaked out in someway, it may try to stretch, and grow to consume you.
When that happens, how do you seal it back again? And when you do, will the cycle just keep on repeating?
When you throw in encryption and put on the mask, does it truly relieve the pressure building within you? Does it just make it heavier on your mind?
And yet, somehow you know, that it'll find a way to disappear into obscurity.
Will everything feel like a mistake, or a correct decision? What kind of wisdom is need to answer all of the questions presented to you? What is truly transpiring, when it causes joy, confusion, frustration, and apathy?
Somehow, you feel like you can predict the outcome. And yet, at the same time, you know that it will not come to be. Everything leads to the obvious, but that is only because you have the master key to their decryption.
Life goes on...and when we ponder on our own thoughts for too long, we miss our window of opportunity, and must settle for something less.
Would you call it deceit? When you know that no one understands, and at the same time everyone knows, what do you call it, psychotic?
You find that your own wavelength matches no ones, but you remember that they do cross others in different places. Are you unique, or do you make it seem so to yourself?
Things change. Everything changes. If you were to start over, with no memory of anything but yourself, how would your relationship with others change? We always say that it'll be the same, but would it truly? What kind of masks do we all unknowingly wear?
Funny how the mind can understand almost anything but itself. It also just likes to hear itself.
Maybe...some things really are better left unsaid.