What do I do when I can't help seeing everything as simply this:
When I sit here with my gaze that pierces through the veil
I can't help seeing how everything can crumble
And a mighty hand can sweep it all away
Dust in the wind.
Words cannot help me put it into context
Sitting across faces
Sitting with trees and the soil
I can't help but feel like I am losing the thread here.
What do I do when I disperse into light?
All I know of life is how tired we all humans are when we are striving and strifing and cutting ourselves down and shrinking in fear.
I see you fighting to be free of the demons that shake you to th