It is lively and invigorating to the mind,
I am a variety of symbols, languages, light,
arousing fear in even describing such soul,
symbolic structures that become an elemental whole.
I am a substance of nature,
a substance of him,
Fixing the pest of glitches,
I am structuring myself in this mirage of who I'm supposed to be.
who I should be, but unsure if I want to be.
my purpose, my path, all that makes me unique and one from those who surround
themselves in the same skin as I.
this skin ...
skin that is sinfully engaged in all that pleasures the malignant thoughts rather than the actual
psychedelic mind meets human,
meets body, meets soul.
parts intellectually intimate but,
on a fight against their own,
three different people intertwined,
they have control of what's not there's.
me. who is me? who is I?
words that embrace immense power when acknowledged by thee
but, what I lack.
satisfy my thoughts with the voice of knowing me.
the language of innocence,
the language of silence,
while innocence meets rebellion and silence is forever silenced.