Follow My breath baby, match speed. A fast feat to link our hearts to the last beat.
Rising rapidly, loving haphazardly has caused catastrophes we cant continue to create.
This state we’re entered into as of late has changed the images I see at a glance of our fate.
What was once eternity is now eternally burning the book of matches that sparked a fire of immeasurable desire.
You… take me higher.
To a place where negativity expires, hope floats and casually we escape reality. This… Has to be what they call living.
In this gift we’re been given we’re presented with a dual dichotomy.
Obviously we still have love for each other, so undercover we cant love another.
But… lately I start pacing, heart racing, feeling more violent than ever, I just wanna step outside and go wild on whoever, but I’m way better than that.
Mama raised me way more clever than that.
But under this cap of pride under which I hide, lies the spirit of 9 lions, so I take it all in stride.
Thundering why's, plundering byes, and comforting lies told to myself are the only things that help me get back to seeing eye to eye with my battered reflection.
Left guessin, my imagination runs like a thoroughbred straight out of the gates of hell, bent on trampling my mind body & soul with the pull of 10 locomotives.
I love her, and she knows it.
And even though she doesn’t always show it, when we gaze into each other’s eyes, it makes us see through fake disguises.
And there we sit.
Two kids, fighting over who took the last cookie from the cookie jar, instead of finding this peace we’ve been looking for.
Arm in arm, at arms with a swarm of negativity buzzing past our ears, its… no wonder that’s all we can hear.
In this cloudy uncertainty, i miss you.
And when its clear, it'll be crystal.
Till then, just whistle, and
I’ll be there when the wind blows.
peace
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