To those who think I've lost my touch.
Because when I'm on this stage there is
no equal.
Not a joke just facts and it is time that I
face them.
It's time I breathe for me.
No confusion in that line.
No effort, or will.
Just like my truth, it's simple.
My life is stained, stale, and sorry.
And it hurts. God, does it hurt.
But it's simple.
Like a quilt.
Such intricate and careful designs.
As if every notch, stitch, and mark is
made for a purpose.
But in the end...it's just a quilt.
Just like me.
Because Fuck its message.
Fuck its meaning.
Because it's a quilt.
Used for careless moments.
Effortless motions.
And Meaningless messages.
Just like me!!!
I compare because it's so
like me to use all of my time and
energy in something that will
NEVER matter.
The truth is cold, right?
I would give you a blanket but
I had just thrown that quilt
away. Lol
Not a joke just facts and it's time
I stop believing that I could live
on opinions.
Because no matter if the come
from myself or you; they just
leave me unguided, lost and
dead.
