Why do i hear them so readily?
How can you take my essence of thought and contort it against its very minder. Invigorated; your dark hold seizes and envelopes me. Chaining every limb to the corners of myself. How i struggle. I struggle to be free and yet the light still shines. The glimmer of heat; hope, it’s gentle streaks lie across my face. They lie, not only in place, but in integrity. They bring false hope and only exist to taunt the proximity of my parallel self. The self i long to meet one day. The self i long to caress and explore. To deviate from the concoctions of my previous mind and engage in breaking the parameters of my contemporary intellectual.
Maybe i will hold an answer one day.
They still own me for now.
