onword!

maybe im not grounded because im too busy trying to lift off. Ive yet to experience, greed for it is rolling off of me like sweat. I dont want my skin to grow into my soul, for then id be too old.  Ill have something to do with the end, this earth wont end me. blind vision. identity birthmark. passed on personality. fear(less). classified as a parasite, im fascinated with what i can see no longer, but have if i'd only release my urges right. what is the world missing, people are taken.. just to be given back into separate flesh of the same species? i think not..

step cautiously, but firmly. dont tip toe around intimidation. my eyes are searching and distracted. my mind feels like a worn out screen, relieved when its clear of debris, but addicted having remnance of phrases and memorbilia of those since the pass. observing, wond flowing, pushing the storm out, but being in it for the sake of whats inside. its okay to be empty for  how long, my fingers are alive but im obviously incoherent. imagine becoming deaf, your heart is the only thing you have to hear, the one reason you are still human, alive. your mind is quiet. truth doesnt make a noise. the urge to dance and the rush to turn the volume up, catch yourself and listen to the silence, move your feet to the music you imagine for the release to compensate of the loss of sense. and you will create the music you require to continue your dance.