Moonshine & Sonder

Are your thoughts a privilege? A necessity? An escape? Or just for namesake? Arguments and debates do not ensure intelligence. It's easy to get lost just as it is easy to preach. It's easy to dream as it is easy to just "exist". We all may wish to challenge the norms, theories, ideologies and even facts but never leave out practicality of the basis that you form along the way. Wouldn't it be awesome if logic and revelations were genetic...a passover through generations of sor ts. But the essence of your thoughts will always take time. We can choose to feed our wanderlust but a void will always be there as reason creeps up your spine like those gentle tendrils of a wallclimber that toughens its grip with time...We talk about the universe and the vast possibilities of it...a fairy tale of sorts...a research paper for modern physics...a marvel for astronomy and logy..out of bounds for those making daily ends meet...under a constantly evolving core..its only perspec...

Cover me in a veil of sorrow And i will give you my shame As i rest my bones Against the waves That will only be as dense As my heart is... Once and always Twice and never Breaths taken  And baits forsaken As you reach a point Where instincts dissolve And senses falter By vice or by choice As you are tired  To even express... Just as you are tired Of not being expressive Just as you are sad Of not being mad anymore Quite as you are mad Of not being seen Just as you chose not to see Believe your sin Indifference is a duality... Glazed in vanity, inanity and profanity Sanity, reign a day, rein a tic, heretic verity Seraphic brevity, clarity, always just out of reach And I will not preach As i chose not to listen What you prose to teach Cower me in a labyrinth of tomorrow... And i will revel you to my grave..

The frost upon my window Like that on your soul Is something I don't feel Dressed up for heartbreak Can I shed my skin? And let the wind sink in Remind me of sixteen With the world And everything in between In my palm And we knew no harm Meet the lives we never knew Nooses to the willow Beat the strives of all we choose Roses for the heirloom

The wants and desires The needs and wishes If left behind What would be the remains? Will you recognize yourself? Or will you be given another name? To leave the soul you cherish You distance yourself But hope always gets the best of you And will be the end of you And here is the conundrum Isn't the desire to leave your wishes Another need in itself? The cycle persists As I do