Reasons of a Mind

I stopped myself from writing, creating with paper, thousands of times. I felt foolish, an imposter wasting my words' time with useless outpouring of my interpretations.
Words, which I condemned with a million other words; words whose purpose, whose meaning I wanted to control; words that filled me, carried me so far along and brought me to these heights that words couldn't reach.

I follow, sometimes feeling blinded. I feel distracted from my intentions by the immediate, pressing ideas that collide, fighting to be heard in a word.

bluffs

How far will you dare to go?
Will you run?

The Middle Ground

There is something between us
Something that holds us, that keeps us
There is a thing that binds
And lets us find
Us

There is something between us
Something that hides us, that blinds us
There is a thing that craves
And demands space and privacy
Building walls out of the unknown

The Rose-colored Glasses

there are billions of steps between me and you,

you know, there are worlds crossing in between us

you pretend not to look at the measures I take

(I pretend not to look at my feet, don't look down)

you stand, looking straight forward

do you only see your own destination or

or is life sticking out like a sore thumb

jostling you as you wait for the bus

I contain a perfect universe.

There are no flaws but the making of my own skin.

I am empty

I get fulfilled. I am nothing.

I find everything.

I am filthy. Define redemption.

I am all. And there is nothing.

I play tricks. My mind lays down its logic.

It gives me all, and leaves me nothing.

per

Wait. Wait, until no one is really looking, wait until no one cares to hear.

Wait until all your useless words turn circles around you and useless has a whole other meaning to you.

Wait until you've been here and back. Again and again and again.

Wait until you've given it back, empty and CLEAN; so many times the void begins to echo.

Let the nothing bleed its smothering life,

All along the shouting banks teeming with the certainty of a nameless Life

There is no ego that its eye won't anhilate

We are one, and I and you...

Over and over

It glares, no mercy

And my delicate lair

Protecting the world, which has made me the universe

At polar opposite, tearing me

Head to foot, I am blind

(grace) a line that winds through

Us there is no, is no (me)

Weight, save that

We bear upon our own shame

Full of self we look at each other

Searching for proof but only how we like it

And

Staring, pushing, screaming

Back

Can you tell which is the world and which is you

A bridge forms

Attaining perfect balance, looking into which chasm

Will (will)

Take you where

You want to go

the density of a molecule

I think it's not so funny you shout the loudest when you're going over the water fall