Atlas

feel the pain. the darkness surrounding me. nothing i want. no motivation. pushing things away. i have been here before. its a dark and eerie place. never wished to be back here. cant seam to bring myself to smile. can even find the darkness on the sunniest days. don't know who to turn to anymore. i drive them away. cant always listen to the voice from within. yet it is so strong and has its say. drive the knife deeper yet. the cold steel is felt against my beating heart. can i be the only one. i feel so alone. might as well be on mars. cant breath anyway. frustration take my lungs hostage. trapping the air from moving. becoming stagnant. cant last much longer. isolation seems to me my cure for now. its all i feel. its all i want. not sure who to trust in these days that we now live. day to day the sun comes up. and yet all i see is the darkness it creates. there is nothing that you or i can do about it. we all must play the game. its an easy concept and yet we struggle with it so. but is this suppose to be. are we to struggle. people say its a test. it strengthens us. allowing us to move forward. but when you live in darkness there clearly is no light. no reason. no purpose to move forward. all the while here i am. alive and taking up space in this forever shrinking world. where do i come in. where do we all come in. when it is that we cant combine our efforts. we cant unite under one power to bring about peace and a way of life that allows us to simply live life. for years to come. who do we turn to now to save us. our neighbor. our family. our friends. where are we to turn when you yourself don't know who to trust any longer. times of darkness we have reached. a period of darkness i find myself in. alone. you cant see the writing on the wall when the room you reside in holds no light.

Ego

run to the bathtub for your soup is boiling. slip on the soap and add some flavor. dripping cold water hits the surface. steam rises and peals the wallpaper. gravity holds onto the fallen paper of wall and wont let go. added color to soup masks the bottom of the pot and coats the spoon made from wood of the amazon. picking up flavors along the way.