Chewing On Glass…

There’s no time to slow down
When it’s the only way
Pushing forward
For no other reason
Then this is the only way
There is no time to slow down
I’ll make it through
Pushing forward
For no better reason
Than this is what it is
There is no other way
That is what they said
Believe me when I say
This is all there is
To living is to keep
Pushing forward
Closer and closer to oblivion
There’s no slowing down
Without dying
Pushing forward
For no other reason
Than if I can convince you
Maybe then it will be true

No matter how much we have… still lonely…

Little stories I keep telling myself
Have all run out… ran their course
Already lived too many life times
To care about what happens in this one
Already died one too many times
To ever care what happens this time
Avoided the issues for too long
Now this is just the way it is
An empty sound left playing in my head
To fall asleep, to move on, to try to live

No matter how much we eat… still hungry…

There’s a silence that lives in me
Sick to my stomach… not sure how to deal
With any of these feelings in my head
Restlessly waiting… the thoughts only last
As each moment passes on through
I don’t know what’s so wrong with me
Giving into the thoughts that make me… me
Too busy feeling sorry to see anything else
For what it is… stuck on what could have been
There’s a noise that lives in me
Sick to my stomach… Not sure how to deal
With all these things I don’t want to say
Restlessly waiting… for the memories to fade away
I don’t understand what’s wrong with me
Giving into these fears that don’t make me… me
Too busy living to bother with anything else
There’s something in here living within me
Silently screaming… for something more
It makes me sick to my stomach, but I’m
Not sure how to deal with all these things
These feelings want from me anymore
I don’t know what’s so wrong, but it has to be
Just me being me… and I can’t seem to see
Any other way beyond the trees surrounding me
Stuck so deeply into the thick of it
This forest is too big for one life to explore
All alone… with no place to call home

Last one is a little too long to be considered a Broken Thought… But when the iron burns hot… sometimes you got to let it keep going… Pull the curtains down and give them a good steam… Not really sure how much of my audience is going to understand that… that wasn’t a sexual reference… More so… now that I have brought attention to it…

As an A-sexual creature… I feel like maybe I am always on guard for such things… For as little as I think of sex… It always seems to be on my mind irrelevantly… Binarily though I guess it doesn’t matter… Whichever the wind sways the day away… I’m pretty sure I am out of references now… and would like to transition into something different…

It is a silent sound that pushes me along these days… A waiting that I can seem to control… a sudden drive to write something that doesn’t need to be said… Most days though nothing seems to come to me… Stories are still making their way together for my next volume… I wish the progress would be a little faster… but the cards say no…

Writing has to be one of the most frustrating forms of art… From conception to inspection… It is so soul sucking that it almost seems pointless… A waste of my time… and even more of yours… Believe me when I say there isn’t a God puppet stringing us around this stage… But if there was… Writing has to be their revenge… “See, it isn’t so easy now is it?”

It is as easy as walking through a wall… when the door is only three feet away… It can be done… but there was an easier way… If only my brain had learned to use handles and not brute force to get my point across… Another lifetime perhaps… I won’t be as stubborn as I have been… Unlikely as the track skips along until it starts all over again…

There has to be answers out there to the questions we think… Just waiting for Google to compile the data… The truth that it takes a lifetime to understand… that there was nothing else out there… other than what you put out there… No happiness… No thrilling adventure… No great beyond… Just a hole with your name on it waiting for a date… What happens before that… Who knows… You tell me…

That last part wasn’t a sexual reference either by the way… but if you want it to be… I can’t stop you… Either way… Go get what is yours… and live a life worth living for yourself… Hope all is well… Because I’m doing just fine…