prspctve.

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the cycle.

pouring salt

on an open wound.

it burns but i bear the pain.

"it'll help me loosen up."

i think to myself.

"i'll write better"

i tell myself

three glasses in,

"i need

some more,

not there just yet.

wait,

how can i write

anything good

without the right song.

not this one

nor that one.

damn,

where's the song

i feel in my heart.

oh,

that's a funny video...

wait,

where did the hour go?

dang,

i need another drink.

how am i supposed to write

anything good like this...

hold up,

i need to find a good song

to capture the emotions

i want to express.."

another hour goes by.

"what did i want to say again?

it's getting late i need to get

some shut eye but, i gotta write.

i need another drink..."

[dust-todust]

[dust-todust]

bad habits.

i see you.

staring,

right back at me.

i dont.

want.

to.

see you

anymore.

all

those years.

all

that time.

lost.

gone.

you can try,

talking sweet to me.

you can try,

telling me this lie.

you can try,

telling me that lie.

i

wont take it anymore.

with all do

disrespect

go find someone else to fall

for your stories.

i loved you once before

or,

at least, i thought i did.

maybe, it wasnt love.

maybe, it was something else.

maybe.

[dust-todust]

we live in the same world

yet experience a universe

only known to ourselves

[dust-todust]

silent one,

watchful one,

oh, sweet unconditional one.

i hear your words.

in many tongues

you speak.

i hear your calling

but

i must admit

i am

afraid.

when alone,

with thought,

i find myself,

your words echo

in the chambers

of my mind.

they speak

of a journey.

they speak

of destiny.

they speak

of adventure.

i dont think

im a pessimist

but

there's just one thing

i cant help

but wonder.

will i

have the courage

necessary

to pursue

the challenges

that potentially

lie ahead of me?

will i have what it takes?

what if i fail?

what if things

dont go the way i expect them to?

what if things just dont work out?

what if

what if

what if......

[dust-todust]

[dust-todust]

always

in such a rush.

why?

for what reason?

time waits

for no one,

why

should you rush anything?

time gives you

absolutely no redos,

why

should you rush anything?

time

is indifferent.

it asks nothing of you.

if it did,

i'd imagine,

it ask you

not to squander

what little

you have left of it.

[dust-todust]

once the mask comes off

who is it that we are?

who is it that sees

but never speaks?

who is it that listens

but never judges?

when left

to our own devices,

when on our own

with no one to act

or be any certain way with,

when all facades have been stripped

from the grip that clings,

that almighty grip,

that clingy grip,

and we stand naked

in front of the mirror

in all our bareness

with nothing to hide behind,

who are we?

are we the masks

we put on every morning?

[dust-todust]

dont try

simply see

and discover

what you didnt know

your eyes were missing

[dust-todust]

we’re all notes, on the chords

of our experiences -

playing to the rhythms

the universe plays - on the instrument

it knows

as, life.