realization is what sets us apart |
As I sit down to write the thing that causes me to write that allows me to that forces me to is the very thing that empowers that glorifies that encases that restrains that dooms each of us. It is the gift the curse of realization. For it has allowed us to do so many things yet reminds us that we have accomplished nothing. we attempt to control the overpowering complexity of our own minds and seemingly few stumble upon this very realization that we are nothing. IT is a seed planted beneath the tangled vines of what i've been taught fed by curiosity newly accepted human nature only now do ITs leaves break through it begins to feed on the nutrients of the vines that surround it bind it our manufactured being flawed ideals serve only to nourish it as it grows ever stronger and dominates my mind the plant devours those most comfortable vines while the vines choke squeeze suffocate one must choose either close your eyes or let go of control entirely and be the first to see the other side. The realization is there to consume you to save you to serve as the result of our greatest mistake. I am at the edge afraid to look over yet unwilling to turn back. I am stuck torn frantic yet no answers appear... now... i am slipping the empty shells draw me back in uncertainty is my weakness it ravages my will until i am surrounded in reassurance once again and all that remains all that i've kept is my realization i am nothing. |