distrust me

the foundation after breaking it down
disfunctions
distrust shaped by experience or neither
rather stories I end up giving more weight then those of my own.


running through the woods seeing nothing but my inside.

deformed

deformed
still only back to how it was.
the shape as if it remembers.
more loose then I could ever tell it to be.
in that very moment when I neither think nor shape.
the weightlessness of my mind.

shades of a fan

can you hear inside of me
where sound is movement
and lights are dimmed to the lowest.

there, where the very feeling is unfolding
into different shades of a fan.

and my inside is not to be hold back.

restless

in the unfulfilled rests hope.
and pain.which is taken as a one of the five senses.
but why we never understand and yet have urge to do so.

in the unfulfilled lies rest.
i am not and will not.
in the urge for hope.

every limb remembers

my every limb remembers the touch of the ground.

the different feels of when i melt into it.

my bodies memory is working against my brain.

i want to fly and my every muscle tells me the story of the final hit through gravity.

i can tell him different storys.

but in the final end he decides for me.

my muscles refuse against my will.

my body over my brain.memory over will.