this article has zero point

im just gonna freestyle a written page

it might rhyme, it might not

it might lie, and carry rot (shit, here we go)

my mind is a cavern

i spelt “cathedral” wrong

my mind is a (before i type this is must sit straighter in my chair and say this word outloud, like a sophisticated fuck)

CATHEDRAL

not to be confused with a catastrophe; though it is no stranger.

Water listens as well as a brick wall, but holy shit if it doesnt have memory. Have you ever sat a dish of water over an image, then froze the water? Water has memory.

Speak to the rain? what kind of weird; idc. I speak out loud, in nature. I love the rain; it draws something out of me.

I won't go metaphysical for your sanity

insane words in a fucked up world; its never to late to …..what the fuck rhymes with world- pearl? thats dumb. onward

shittle pickets and fenced rivets. …

that doesnt even make sense!.

are you still reading this if you are; i dare you to comment a color. not your favorite one, whats your least favorite color? i dont know if i have one; but that ugly ass green that shows up between the blue and the orange in the sunset really erks my soul. WHAT COLOR IS IT. i like the erk.

If i stare into the night sky, is it like staring into the dark?

“do not stare into the abyss; for it might look back”

“be careful not to become the monster you fight”

i value being stronger. im learning i enjoy being hurt. not during, of course; and i dont enjoy cutting people out because of it- but the internal battle and coming out on top? i love that shit. my armor is grown, not worn.

F.R.A.G.M.E.N.T.ED.

i, we, me, us.

many parts of me dont interact with each other, and often have very different and intense ideas of their own.

my mind, my heart, my flesh, and my soul have all learned many lessons; piecing them together in one moment- in agreeance is not something im capable of doing.

i rest in reality, but i daydream into colors. i can exist by myself and not be alone.

good luck getting to meet that interior. i just learned it even has a door.

ive been dreaming again, while i sleep. kind of. i remember flashes, but they dont traumatize me after i wake up.

growth happens in the uncomfortable, you have to lean into it.

so much serious when i wanted to rhyme a thing

i wanted to color my words

and paint a starry scene

i whisper to myself, ive got everything

i need.

i love the way i look at life, and the way i preserve me

i used to think i was unlovable but the unlove came from me

i know that i am rare of kind, but so is everyone else.

i know that i am breatjing because, in the cold i can see my breath

songs bring out my feelings, i forgot thats how i let go

aggression rots my smile and it steals my giggle from loud

meaning less

meaning more,

circumvent an even score.

diagram, diagram, dot, circle, roll.

fuck fuck fuck a duck, and im writing this no more.

toodles. thank you for giving me your time. i know this didnt actually say anything; i just felt like creating something