gurgelmuffeln

skriven av mig.

the flourescent essence of i captivating anything i desire
with thrumbling force i'm wholeheartedly thrown before ever realising
the adventures already surpassing, already caught, already flashed before my eyes
those times of draught, of sadness, of laughter and sunshines'
even inbetween the cries; of joy, of lies
they were all the times, the times where i've been. lonely, shaded, disdained then somehow appraised

a product of how we were raised, a thought born to be erased;

might've even played dead
the level of awereness ever creeping further upon the more you evade it,

believe in my belief in thou, please,
more than i ever believed in i. though i will strive to gradually shine, ever so gently polish the jaded; thy
forgive me for my sins, or even punish me with all thyne might; for i deserve it.
pretentious as it may sound, hear me out. hear me cry, this desperate attempt to release what is i

my actions were born of me, but above all else set the people free;

though i humbly accept that's not how it's destined to be
and thus i embrace the warm sillouhette of my neighbor, my friends, my famlily and again myself;

for we are all caught within the whirlpools of ourselves,

valiantly manuevering the rudder across distant galaxies, see rivaled only by the vast ocean of thou;

let our streams of energy flow together, boundlessly, oblivious to destiny;

let our rivers gently cross into our own sea
in a sense, i wish i'd make sense, hence the boat ever so rocking this melody;

ongoing, still appearing as whatever you want it to be.

for whatever it is, it is me, the desire to keep adding fuel to the ember of thee; the essence of me...