"and i find it hard to tell you
i find it kind of sad
the dreams in which i'm dying
are the best i've ever had.."

i stand atop the high tower and look towards the horizon
the clouds - white swirls in the azure blue sky and for a moment it seems as though i could reach out and brush the bales of cotten
feel the softness against my fingertips
but as always it is only just an illusion.

feels that as we grow older. we just learn to suppress our emotions so much
to hide behind the security of a mask and a facade
to keep everything inside a chest chained and bolted
to push back into the darkness each surge of feeling that after awhile
you just forget what it is like to truely experience an emotion.
what its like to throw yourself into the moment
and you become simply like an audience
a disjointed part of the picture simply just watching everything pass you by
you try to feel
but the emptiness and void is simply just too great
and you stare blankly
numb.
unthinking
feeling everything but yet nothing