The source
They say hearts grow cold when they get disconnected from source. I think mine is broken like a home where love don't lie anymore. My heart and mind in a constant battle all the time like they are going through a divorce. Sometimes it hurts so bad that every inch of my being wants to release it by screaming, but when I open my mouth not even the slightest of sounds dared to come out, as if it were the code of morse. Sending out a S.O.S, the pain literally takes every breath from my chest, stomach and tongue both tied in knots, hiding in this masquerade just trying to save a little face, looking for the exit signs just incase I need to escape, that is the point when I know there is absolutely no more I can take, and it can not be ignored. Stress retention causing my body to lock up with tension, kamikaze pilot in a airplane falling from the sky descending my condition into remission, nothing I can do but let it work it's way on through like a virus running out it's course. A silent cry, ocean eyes, head under water trying to roll the tide as I travel seven seas, fighting disfictiation from these suffocating speculations, and when I start to get in too deep, I keep my life boat with safety cord on board just in case I cant help myself I can always outsource. I Wont back down when I'm stuck against the wall, I gotta keep it moving forward because only I can finish my tour. Never taking heed to the words that I read on those caution signs before I pulled the anchor sailing away from ashore. No spectacles will be needed for what hides in plain sight, truth from tales, aligations from alibise, is it or is it not valuable information you receive from the vail on the...