I yearn. __ __ I yearn for everything I do not have. __ My heart tells me I want, so I want. __ My mind tells me don’t touch, so I touch. __ What would a man be if he would only follow his heart, being controlled by the strings that make his blood flow. __ I yearn. __ I yearn for the day that I’ll decide, should I follow my heart, or my mind? __ __ __
When they stare, I gouge their eyes.
When they talk, I stitch their mouths.
When they ask, I deny.
Then I ask, Why do they not have eyes? Why can they not speak? Why do they not ask?
Are they immoral? Do they not have souls?
What about Me ?
Why does destruction follow me? Why does it chase me?
…am I the destruction…
In the golden night, I awakened. __ It was when I realized, lies were truths. When I realized, truths were lies. __ It was when I let it go. When I let time carry me, and not my pride. __ It was when I awakened to life. Making it mine, and not someone else’s. __ Recognizing that gold is only as precious as you price it.
Dreaming. __ It’s what I did best. I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me. __ Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success. Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life. __ And then I woke I woke up. __ Was it always a nightmare? Was it always this harsh? __ How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty? __ When did the leaves start falling? __ __ When did I stop dreaming?
Energy flows, and passion sparks.
Every idea starts with a spark, the spark following another and another.
A chain of reactions, a fragment of imagination.
Like a electrical line, thin but full of energy. Strong yet weak at the same time.
It’s a choice to turn the spark of the passion, into a wave of electricity.
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