Gaia
Why does no one, see
the mountains that inspire me...
Why does no one, breathe
any other fire but their own...
Why does no one, feel
more than their eyes allow...
Why does no one, hear
her, crying...
her, dying...
her..
surviving, for them...
when
'she' should be 'thriving'
with them...
"Spirit burst, sprites
consciously, through the point
of
exhaustion."
Gaia, please...
restrain me;
these nameless fucks enrage me.
Power forgotten; replaced
with
a seasonless, misplaced
character...
*Sanity, bleeds
truth
too painful
to endure...
it's like, I spared her...
my misery...
obviously, I'm annoying
but it's like...
where the fuck did you think I was going?
"En light, he meant", of which
'you helped him remember', yet
her you are, claiming ridiculous regret
here, before me, skewing, abusing me
because
I'm just like the rest, right?...
clearly, understanding is not within me
(must be hanging out with sanity)
But, thyself be mistaken, into thinking
She's anything different, from me... from us...
for...
'crystals mirror'
upon reflection
self, refracts
everything.
Confused?... have the conversations...
acting, as if
I am...
It's... sad, painfully so;
you know I didn't want to fucking let you go...
*Sadness, collapses...
ego...
Self, lives
Again
Gaia, please
make them hear me, like
'cosmic thunder, clashing', with
'passionate flow, igniting', a
lioness' loner, biting his own tongue off...
hoping, howling...
for peace.
Gaia
I choose to live, bound by
grounded thought, rooted expression
actualized, through
humble appreciation, of...
what I, cherished...
regardless the moment...
just, you...
truly.