not sure if I posted this yet.
Undoing the nothing I have become…..

You can’t un-due what has been done…
You can’t take back what has been encapsulated into time.
Parading thorough time as if time itself mattered is like gasping for the color of rapture so it can release you from it’s grip… they can’t know, they can’t know…they can’t know…
You live inside a secret…
You participate in the performance that makes you focus on your surroundings while always understanding that it is a matter of the nothing to the very outcome of who you were sent to become.
Audacious living inside speckled clarity …
Reflective nuances have their way with you as you try to pull the nonsense from your very soul…
Ribbons of secular responses invade the carnal revelation of the make believe you exist in.
Nothing inspired…nothing gained…nothing transcending…nothing …nothing…nothing….
The matter at hand becomes the weapon toward beat the sound of the heartbeat you feel rather then hear.
The laughter is silenced as you incorporate the needs to satisfy the ache.
Your heart hears what your mind is screaming…
Trying to become mundane is the exact opposite to trying to become impressive.
Neither fit exactly right…
Becoming who you are…
Nothingness beckons you as you pull the skin from your face while your soul screams for the release….
….your not sure if your nothingness will ravish you or love you.