Self-seeking

With dreams, with ideas are bodies will seek, longing searching for what we want. False aspirations, gaining of self-knowledge. Hopes tumble down, avalanches create. Rain submerges you everyday, drowning in your own un-kept thoughts, this is your mental state. Freedom, freedom for your mind, you cry, showering off internal hurts. You take that releasing blade, gracefully swishing smoothly across, soundlessly you let bleed. It’s not suppose to be this way. You’re urging for more than what you have, tapping at the last few drops of a jar. Scouring for your escape, your sweet relief of the day. You (Was writting for creative course work) Meeting eyes, touching voices guiding you to an honest path. Frustration still lays penetrating. Enhanced feelings let rip, engraved your body among another, finding your home-cure. No longer white; red has seeped amongst touched beings. You’re filling every page, with your tidal wave. Finding beauty in reflection of the light.’re not suppose to be this way, you’re not okay. You can be anything, just learn to be everything.