in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Twigs around your wrists

I can't speak
like a dream, I can't open my mouth
and I am forced to watch the apple rot
green, attached to the tree
I can't save you from your misery
to be eating or to rot
to be cherished or consumed
to be loved or called the forbidden fruit

I cannot save
so I bathe
shower
to cleanse my thoughts
to be free from what I know
to just go
so that I am not the cause
here comes the worm
I close my eyes, can't look
maybe you will fall
maybe you will not rot
maybe you will not be eaten
maybe all this is entirely up to you
but my hands, I wash
hope, I must
that the twigs do no harm
and your wrists are safe

If you could
if you have the strength
to cut yourself from the tree
to remove the twigs around your wrists




Dedicated to: SM (Pure, Happy)

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world