if I was caught in a storm
and somehow swallowed lightning
got all lit up on the inside so I spoke in the tongue of angels would you call me crazy? would you let them lock me up? because you don’t care about angels or what they have to say but it couldn’t hurt your ears to listen to a friend
what if it was just a dream? everybody dreams but they don’t get confused because their dreams aren’t real what if I’m dreaming now? was I ever truly conscious? does it matter much to me? did I let something slip? does my madness show through? I had to open up to allow myself to feel I’m turning my wounds into knowledge learning from my mistakes and planning
to make some more
this world is so seductive
I want to leave no path untrodden
because I’m not afraid to love though love can be a cruel thing depending on your angle love’s a funny word with many different meanings I
place no faith in words because all
my words are stolen I tear them from
the sky to weigh for depth and tone before
I finally rearrange them to
find out what they signify have I etched a moment of bliss? or maybe a flicker of a hell? in certain circumstances it’s difficult to tell
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