times I knew they didn’t care for my good intentions because they had worse….
when I would do things out of kindness from heart…. no other place to store who I am…..
why be like those who don’t care if someone needs to catch an elevator and there is space…. someone’s tuning late for work and the bus just leaves even if they saw them coming…,. it doesn’t hurt or need to go further to do what is right… an to be left alone doing so… I don’t know where my mind is or how I remained this way…. I just know that these voices in my head make me feel like an abominations sometimes…. the paint brushes paint the future I try to avoid…. the thunder hasn’t made itself known yet but I know that it will….. the creatures of the unknown are leaving trails so we know that they know we know they’re coming anytime soon….
my minds a battlefield, and so is my empty heart….
how do i get close when they’ve already torn me apart from a distance….. why even get close…. the distance is the silence mainly all i even know…. to validate peace and kindness…. a fire burning with movement, a fire burning within side, the instruments to learn good for the good & seek the truth, like we could get lost…..
in a forest…. knowing what we know could kill us…. eventually…. everything that says it won’t can…. but not a book, not its own honest voicing even in a hollow, fearing scraping sounds…. it left…. knowing the color of skin was more pale than a horse
© Eyesinthedark