Black Hole

The fear that pulses through these veins
It's like a poison
It makes you ill, paranoid, terrified.

I've never known a better enemy nor friend.

Have you tried to break yourself?
But really you just wanted to operate the pain out.

We use destructive methods,
When we can't figure out accurate ones.

Do you get bored with solutions?
You want one so bad,
But at the same time
You feed off of being so lost,
So hurt.
You really just want to know,
How much deeper
You can get.

How much more pain
You can take.

So you break yourself.

Why must we always discover the paths
With dead ends?
Circles.

You can't hit the breaks when you're afraid.
You have to speed into the terror, eyes wide open.

Walk straight this time,
Be brave next time.

The Attempt Left Unattended

In the middle of the story,
It is frozen.

Words that are only completed in a state of mind.

Erased from memory once processed.

Reading it seems unfamiliar, and unheard of from the mind it came from.

The Pages That Made You

In blue ink splattered
Across blank, empty pages
You found yourself.

In words, in circles, repeated.

Just with the movement of a hand, there is magic.

You write, you touch, you feel.
You hold another hand within you're own.

And here..you held a pen that found you.