pacing, a racing mind, drooling and slobbering
nonsense dulling the time spent paying my bodies rent
an awkward shuffle of limbs that feel foreign and heavy
teeth clenched in hopes of a proper anger to vent out and lash
clashing with opinions, clashing with the past, and dark minds
shadows reaching for me, some come from within me
somehow this darkness feels comfortable, hah!
and to own up to it, caress it like a pet, treat it like a king well set
instead of looking it in the eyes and recognizing its beauty
a glamour only matched by my own hunger for purity
such a thing already exists within our essence
the shadow is the purity and without it purity would not exist
the perfection of humanity is also the downfall of man is also, is also, is also
nothing, everything, time is standing still. controlled by a whim
an accident when nostalgia returns, a flick of a switch you didnt know could exist, a comfort so soft time can do nothing but stop. maybe the clocks never started in the first place. maybe our death is our birth and we are nothing but the earth.
i like chubby bumble bees! image sourced back to this website! https://www.lighthousenewsdaily.com/bumblebees-flowers-fuzzy-hairs/6431/