maven_xxi

Im just going to kinda put this out there

i found this and dont realy rember wrighting it

The balance in me has left me
previous to nothing of a different kind altogether.
When I was younger even though I saw the tidings that brought her over,
I couldn't make up my mind and neither could she.
I often wonder about the causes that make it up and turn it into a holocaust of words, incomprehensible and real to me.
Is there a way out?
I believe not,
but as long as I can count the embers and feel that genuinely I could carry it over,
then I think I might be able to survive the storm.
Nobody knows what it's like.
This disease is relenting and finding it's way to the recesses of my mind turning everything I think upon like the Midas touch of insanity.
I lose grip everyday,
it's only a matter of time.