Unwritten circumstances

The pages of my life are turning inside of my very hands as i write

each day is filled with scribbles and confusion

rewrites and changes ink the pages

each chapter has its own place and time

i've never been too sure what way i've been reading my entire journey

possibly backwards

upside down

sideways

or entirely not at all

and surely not forward.

the questions i ask myself

reap more emotions out of me than love has ever

who i say i want to be and who i am cannot connect

the things i choose to do seem to foreign on my tongue

i experiment and i create regardless of what im told

move past boundaries that are weak

let my hands free of my balloons

and finally 

everything dissapates

until im left holding on to what i don't need.

Since ancient times we've learned to ink our thoughts, ideas, and discoveries

but cover all the infectious lies and secrets from civilization to civilization

we've been taught how to learn, to hate, to talk.

but you must learn how to walk your own path,

and thats the journey i've opened the door to.