What are off the edges of my mind?
Is it the chaos that I never want?
Is it my past and pains that I keep locked up?
Or is it the crazy I have embedded in my soul ready to release when needed?
Being within my fields, I never thought to travel there.
To the edges.
To my endless thoughts.
Could it be the trees I see in the distance?
Or maybe the black abyss that I fell into.
If I went there, would I lose all of reality.
When I think.
I’ve never thought about the trees surrounding.
But when I noticed their strangely existence.
They seem dark in the ways.
Mysterious and cold.
My fields are warmer.
The sun always shines here.
My golden fields always hug and hold me.
My hazed red skies a boom.
And when I feel hands upon my shoulders, I believe they are here for me.
Could they come from the trees I never tried to venture?
Or would they come from me?
The fragments I want so badly.
Maybe when I feel like a tuned to try, I’ll hold his hand.
He’s claimed to have been there.
I don’t remember if I have.
Maybe he shall be my guiding light.
Or the black dead piece of my mind.
Who knows.
He’s always there when I crawl on knees.
I find him … waiting for me.
Laying in my hearth, singing serenade from his lips.
His hands so strongly, grasping at my skies above and then so gently for my reddened face.
Oh and that imaginative feeling of his arms around me and his sweet words in my ears.
The warmth feels as good as my blazing red skies.
I can't help but stare now.
At the trees I so helplessly forgot.
Have they been waiting for me?
Staring.
Waving me on when my windy occasion comes along.
How could I ever know...
Maybe if I took a step forward beyond the tree line break …
Would I fall?
Is it the chaos that I never want?
Is it my past and pains that I keep locked up?
Or is it the crazy I have embedded in my soul ready to release when needed?
Being within my fields, I never thought to travel there.
To the edges.
To my endless thoughts.
Could it be the trees I see in the distance?
Or maybe the black abyss that I fell into.
If I went there, would I lose all of reality.
When I think.
I’ve never thought about the trees surrounding.
But when I noticed their strangely existence.
They seem dark in the ways.
Mysterious and cold.
My fields are warmer.
The sun always shines here.
My golden fields always hug and hold me.
My hazed red skies a boom.
And when I feel hands upon my shoulders, I believe they are here for me.
Could they come from the trees I never tried to venture?
Or would they come from me?
The fragments I want so badly.
Maybe when I feel like a tuned to try, I’ll hold his hand.
He’s claimed to have been there.
I don’t remember if I have.
Maybe he shall be my guiding light.
Or the black dead piece of my mind.
Who knows.
He’s always there when I crawl on knees.
I find him … waiting for me.
Laying in my hearth, singing serenade from his lips.
His hands so strongly, grasping at my skies above and then so gently for my reddened face.
Oh and that imaginative feeling of his arms around me and his sweet words in my ears.
The warmth feels as good as my blazing red skies.
I can't help but stare now.
At the trees I so helplessly forgot.
Have they been waiting for me?
Staring.
Waving me on when my windy occasion comes along.
How could I ever know...
Maybe if I took a step forward beyond the tree line break …
Would I fall?
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