Spells of Nothing
Getting lost in words.
I’ll continue and succumb to another world
Where it’s wrapped up perfectly for enchantment.
Where answers are found,
Questions are bound.
Because try as I must,
I do not understand this world, or it’s people, or even myself
My mind feeling constantly whirred.
I do not understand this reality with all it’s strife.
All the things we say, and don’t mean
The things we do, and never conclude.
We seek love, and don’t accept it
We seek wisdom, and wallow in darkness
A perfect little world we imagine
A perfect little world we never go for.
So I escape.
To a journey where existence is less painful
Where randomness is not tenfold.
Because we know,
We know.
We know it can all be gone in an instant
Yet still we cheat, hurt, run away, and fight all the way until we are distant
Giving pain plenty of insistence
We push further as if we were inmortal
The gentlest of a breeze will pop the bubble in which we hurtle,
And we keep on trying to figure out this brief inferno
Leaving memories which fade away
Like the notes we had on that sacred journal.
So I escape
To another world,
Where even for the briefest of moments I can grasp your soul
Wrap it up nicely, and warm it to it’s core.
Cure the affliction from which you suffer
Break down the pain
Don’t be afraid of the good,
Accept it without putting up a buffer.
But we are all broken.
Broken people liking other broken people
Breaking it all down into dust
Striving to fill the hole with empty bits
Shattering what’s already fragmented
We learn to accept pain and simply submit
Diving down the hole that is less moonlit
Ironic, how what we wish for the most
Is what scares us to never find that bliss.