Brain Ooze II

The one's I can never have, stay dormant and become my deepest mind sins waiting to be erupted, my soul is too shredded to be shared. The words I hear float in front of my blurred pupils and they catch fire slowly to fade into dusty emptiness. The last words we spoke yesterday map my dreams to a foreign land where none can enter but our entwined minds. Orange hue painted upon the sky divulging it's own need for a shoulder, mocking us are the silver clouds with no gold lining hanging on winds so colder. Time is transfixed like a bottle of wine, the sand slips through my palms and turns the clock ahead to give birth to droplets. These drops cover us in the bubble of purple haze, tongue tied and twisted but together.

These bells and crosses, the white caps and threads don't mean anything to me. All I can see is desperation for recognition in the eyes of the man in sky. Away from the facade of society which masks the primal in us I live in the middle earth of my own. We love, lust, lie, care, talk and sing for our soul and no barrier is too strong for us once we are free. Obedience to one's conscience a rare found plant in this vast array of sand land. We found the lightness of our actions when we cut the weighty roap of feel involved. Acceptance of the uninvited truth and forged lies hold me stuck in a giant sticky puddle of mud. Inability to act as per our desires against the raging morality is the chains we all cling to till death.