Dont try to understand, just let the words flow

Moonfuck me pilgrim
the night is yours...
like a child next door...
frantic and frail...
who are you? drinking ginger ale he speaks....
come to me with numbness from the drink....
my words are like your skeleton built up of nerves...
Dont take the petals from the sky.... dont let life pass you by.....take everything in as it comes to you.... fear nothing but what you knew to be true but fault occured in natures plan ...
a gift to give from your hand is to write in fright of what you will say to the many pages speaking from your heart
not knowing what you let start...
possessing you...
obsessing you...
taking your pain ...you feel your brain... living yet frying...living yet lying inside your torn up body....
Shrouds engulf occurence disturbing the bridged bricks ....
Nonsense...
pity......
Live what you write....... you live in pieces of torn paper from your soul.....

what comes out is truly misunderstood but understood to the point of understanding that you really do not need to know....

 

true conscious stream, way to let go of the REason and the logic and symetry! it's like delving into the subconscious, so much beauty. It's empowering to your ceativity. brilliant.