kaitshelton
divide these walls
i want to feel the seperation in this empty hotel
my soul feels related to the mold growing beneath these floor boards
i look at the foggy windows surrounded by rusty frame
i cant seem to keep eye contact with my reflection
or the one i halfheartedly admit my love for.
time, breathe, animals, reflections, clothes
they are reminders that we have no idea why we are on this earth.
they let us remember that we are ignorant 99.9% of our life
while there are a few times we are able to realize
how empty
how full
everything is
between every aspect
in any idea
feeling
experience.
we are alive,
and we do not have the knowledge.
why?
i fail.
sinking into another world
i find myself feeling that every moment that passes by
is like a bad de ja vu
repetitive in a sickening way
an unhealthy way
it's gone too far for too long
there is one thing that we have in common
stubborness
common shoes common pants
common stains on our clothes and souls
commonly walking about
under around and through
places and people
uncommon
unlike me and you
common shoes common pants
common stains on our clothes and souls
commonly walking about
under around and through
places and people
uncommon
ulike me and you
common what? ground
i can't find either
who of us can
we are all seperate from eachother
from everything and sometimes ourselves
we walk among the world
alone and desperate to not be
to find something some one else can understand
when we don't understand ourselves