Double Sided/Duality
There are two sides,
doubled,
To every story,
To every record,
in some instances,
to every face.
There are two sides,
dwelling,
in my mental state.
On the A side of this record,
im swimming, in an ocean
of ultraviolet rays that juice the lungs
with undying life
until I overly gush,
vomiting,
the seven wonders I have created in this world:
Positivity
Hope
Ascension
Knowledge
Enlightenment
Fearlessness
and
Strength.
Down the way,
a lone sequoia,
perched at the tip top
of what looks like
a downward spiraled hill.
Weird, I know,
but if you ask me,
thats the secret.
The best things in life are weird.
I go there to catch my breath
of undying life,
that now
coarses through my lungs,
from the ocean
of those ultraviolet rays
that I now gaze upon
from the opposite side of the waves.
The 8th wonder
of the world im in.
The ocean of experience(s).
Fully immersed
in the wonderous simplicity
of how the grapefruit shaded sun sets,
against the gentle,
indigo breeze,
that rustles amongst the everchanging
leaves of the sequoia tree I rest my back on.
Full bliss.
Full comfort.
Too much comfort.
I let my guard down,
and now im slipping.
Slipping down
the slickest rabbit hole,
gut wrenching,
knowing,
what comes next..
The B side of this record.
On the B side of this record,
I plunge,
to the bleakest,
darkest depths
of my own demons den.
The wrenching feeling
exited my gut,
only to be replaced
by sickning
and repulsive unease.
I smell
the seepage
that has long harvested
within the walls.
The years of torment,
The rancid blood,
sweat,
and tears,
all held within this capsule
called
the seven nightmares of this world:
Misery
Hopelessness
Anxiety
Depression
Suicide
Loneliness
and
Fear.
Screaming in agony,
I run and I run
doing anything I can
to awaken
from this hell ive created.
The frightening part is,
it is far worse then a "bad dream".
Its the doubled side of reality.
The duality,
Of the beautiful,
and the damned
all the while,
being fully conscious
on this whirlwind
roller coaster
with no end in sight,
until,
I crawled home.
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