there are times we plant ourselves in new environments, not because the previous was deplorable, but because the current was a dream, or maybe, still is. “i’m in it!” no doubt, but babe, we aren’t living no shit. so we force ourselves deeper, deeper, deeper in, but really, what are you getting ourselves into? not a new scene, but greater, deeper shit.
the line - blurred. the environment, the space, the collective and the individual, the being. where are you?
they say time is like air, you cannot grasp; the more you try, the less you breathe. so let go of time, and inhale, new dimensions begin. (you think) sometimes you force to hope, to trick (maybe) it’ll work. so you hold on, held on to time. only that chance you wish, not the Death. cheat a miracle they say (let go?)
(thoughts) you try to express, you cannot pen. lack the words, lack content. space you call our own (really) but people come and people go, they judge and cry and, people go.
time breathes, time goes. time dies, time goes.
Let go.
