Another wasted seed. No chance for growth. Hand to mouth. Throughout a lifetime to count. Not enough fingers. The pulse lingers. Liquid life. White lineage. I am searching. Trying to find my way. A way. A way through it. Through this life. Confusion justified as life. Another censoring habitat. A place I chose. A place where no one goes. I will find it soon. This delirium cannot maintain throughout an entire living life cycle. It must find a way towards an ending. My ending. A new beginning. A new way to live and to understand myself. My life. The way I think when I am alone. Without air to breathe. The cells swim around through my nervous system. They too are looking for a way out. There is no escaping from it. There is no escape from what you are within the night. The truth is binding you and I together. The quiet truth of a whisper in the midnight air. A torn recollection within a wilted, distant glance. Altered perceptions only impede prosperity. Lastly known when I was young. Before the white took me over. No recollection of who I was or where I was. Lost to the voices contained within the devices of vices. A harbinger of the subtle deceit. The tranquil strangulation of a loved one no longer loved. No longer caring for anyone anymore. Questioning everything. Knowing only the truth of what once was. Lies live within the past. They keep lying to you in your future as well. Another way to lose yourself within your past. Another way to become something you were never meant to be. To die blissfully within a consciousness, you no longer belong to. There is no stopping or denying it. Lost within your destruction. Rebuilding a lifecycle. One spoke at a time. All of it within you. Starting over has now become a pastime. A hobby to some. A stranger to others. Spilling the seed for far too long. Another wet and messy pastime. Searching for the only way out. Green dreams do not seem to follow through. The salvation of what seems to be the problem. Look within. Deep within. The blockage is certainly real. Too real. Wondering and pondering. An old habit of mine. Relinquished thought process. Leading me around as a master would control a servant. In circles. Dominating emotions. A long walk which leads to nowhere. I am tired of this questioning. Acceptance does not seem to work all the time for me. Not even the acceptance of myself. Full potential. A stranger. Released from within. Damage upon the damaged. A new revolution of chastisement. Large strong hands pushing it all the way down. Back down to where it belongs. Use both hands to relinquish the pain within you. The weight is unnerving. A pulled cord from an electrical socket. A pulled spine from a Central Nervous System.
Your freedom and your rights are steadily being stripped from you within this very moment. As you are reading these words, as every second ticks its way by, the liberty and the freedom of being who you are, is slowly, steadily, and methodically being erased. You are being force-fed a narrative within the external, which the internal knows is false. Believe what you feel, not what you are being told. Your heart knows the truth, as your ears will hear the lies trying to seep their way into it.
G.G. Kalfas 