Long nights, rough mornings, empty sheets next to me. Despair besets me as the loneliness of a lost spirit fills my soul. Moving on seems like such a difficult task of love lost in the mist of mistrust and deceit. Yet a time-traveling heart is a weak prey already sought after by its predator. Lies become synonymous with truth and truth is now void through evolution. Love is a weak emotion fueled by thoughts catering to the fantasy of a vicarious persona. Who are we and why has purpose driven me in the direction of entrapment dazed by the confusion of past experiences? Dreams they say, ahhh, the past experiences of a reincarnated life drowned in the Karma of the lessons left to unfold. Aching hearts reveal truth beyond defense mechanisms guarding the prideful queen of hearts ducking behind the spade looking to cut so deep wounds bleed words. It speaks! But there's no understanding because the chains of the world silence the anomalies. The right of a first amendment has a caveat of the expectation to be judged by a collective agreement of written rules slated as normal. We shall never overcome and instead we shall develop the ability to submit. Who are you? You have no identity lost in the acceptance in which you seek and the wretchedness funneled by that sole desire. My submission of my past to the world is to direct my path to freedom of my heart’s soul slain not long ago. It speaks…
-Lusty
