The Observation Place

The addiction
Of change.

Has caused me to rebel, lie, hide.

And It's better to live without regrets.
Wake up every morning, look in the mirror.
And forgive yourself.

Exploration, I find, I create.
The addiction, is what has made me.

Delusion is a drug.
Walk into walls.
Never want to be without being affected.

Emerge in disaster. Live in greyscale.
And the world will remind you of the colours all it's own.

The Night of A New Year

I don't know what happened,
Or if it meant anything.

If it will..

But through the night my hand was held.
You turned to me, we walked through darkness
Unaware.

I have fear and nostalgia, and I let both of them stop me.
I am uncertain. I don't know what I want.

Even if you do, you can't help me.
How do you open yourself up to something
When everything inside you has run dry?
Everything inside has become empty.

I try to remind myself to smile,
But I have no memory of what I am fighting against anymore.