I can't find peace in running away from what disturbs it (besides, that'll only exhaust me eventually).
I can only find peace in clearing the mess that disturbs it.
I can't find peace outside of myself.
I can only find peace within myself.
Still, though, I'm asking: WHERE THE FUCK IS PEACE!?
'Cause I look inside and all I see is an abyss. Darkness.
So I close my eyes,
like a young boy who fears discovering monsters in his closet.
The monsters are only scary if
you paint them from the place of fear. But
what do they really look like?
It's the shadows of our past
that we've pushed away and tell scary stories about.
Thus, we created our own little hell
that guards the way to our heaven.
And we're asking
WHERE'S PEACE!!!?
Crazy children that don't know better
because no one told them
that those ugly, scary monsters
that wrap their slimy tentacles around our heads and chests
are our future friends.
If only we don't drive ourselves to death first, with the fear of them.
They only ask for love.
Yet we keep denying them.
Like a clueless parent.
Who will clue us in?
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#21.07.2021, 21.08.2021 (opublikowany 21.08.2021)
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heart beats
Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
