Oh, when I was young...
When everything was so alive
Where does it go from here?
Where do we go...
I grew within so many shapes of form,
It made me the man that I am today.
Surfacing the deeper parts of the world,
Fully submerged in the lack of a present form.
I've laid my bones,
I've made my place,
I've laid out my tears and blood,
And sick of seeing this in me still.
For a lack of a better word, abandonment.
Has settled in,
Silence has been broken,
And I push my hardest to move on.
I'm trying to move on..
I try to think, where did we get from here?
Innocence to this.
Photographs of memoirs flashes in my head,
Staying from bed, losing time, losing life,
Losing love, losing yourself...
I'm moving on .
Reliving the anguish,
To only find it made me who I am today,
The journey of a slower approach.
And I have made it closer,
Closer to the edge of the universe,
A place so far from you all where I can't hurt,
Can't hurt anymore.
That is called emotional freedom,
Not having to rely and account for you all.
I am who I am,
Unnoticed by many,
And a secondary only I have witnessed.
I am waking,
I have awoken.
I have moved on.
Please keep me on the same track...