MEDIA

High tides with no moon to support them

It’s a dark space here

You bump into people but can’t see em

They bump into you without apologies

they don’t respect how your heart is now your skin

Emotions no longer hide in the same places they use to and you find your self wishing they would know their place

But they aren’t the same as the use to

And you aren’t the same as you use to

And until you find equilibrium in understanding who you use to be and who are now and appreciation on both accounts

You will stay here

It’s a dark space here

With high tides

And no moon, to be the answer as to why your conscious has been fucking with you.

Motivation lower than the mantle

They told you you will reach some stand stills.

Why the hell they had to tell you that?

Cause now you are waiting on them.

what’s real?

God I lost my

 selective hearing, seeing, believing I wish for it back like the days that we use to call Pluto a planet because it reminded me of myself.

An outcast to the system to the point they don’t even define you as who you are.

I am in need a of miracle

And they said I’m still breathing

But sometimes it feels aimlessly.

And whole time I’m saying this can’t be me, looked at mirror and I hate who I see.

Sometimes.

This is a dark space.

With high tides and no moon.

Hell on the planet i made for myself I presume,

I’m trying not to be chained to my cocoon,  growth makes move,

my floor has already been paved for me so resume, there has never been no dooms, day to tell yourself what is true, if there is no moon I look for Orion’s Belt as inspiration as to who I am cause darkness illumines other forms of heart.

If I’m blind, I can feel better than before.

This is a dark space.

With high tides, and no moon

But I can only drown if I choose not to kick.

It’s better not to get caught up