Everything that measures clear, all together only fits to be a blur. Between head or heart? I’m wary it’s growing distant just to reason anymore. Why am I still trapped over opening and closing the same chapter? A deeper look through the contents, judging my actions, and like any other truth that surface, it emerges wide open an ugly view. Translates no more except the death of a face you once knew. This curious pair of eyes may have possibly gone blind. I’m away reality, under the pretence of everything being secured still. Surrendering to an echo inside my head. I am the creator of my very own forgotten soul. Saddens me… because slowly my identity would come to belong on the existence of unknown…Leave me to grieve over
…this mess we’re in.