I’m a spirit in a body,
I hold my hands out and there it is,
Lit like a flame,
As it slowly maintains  
Not burning nor hurting,
just sitting and floating,
Just waiting patiently for my soul to stop glowing.
But it won’t.
Not even when time stops.
It’ll keep on going.
Cause no matter if the body’s gone,
The spirit will still keep moving.

Trees are green more greener than we.
The ocean is blue but sometimes they mold.
Flowers they bloom cause they grew from their roots, unlike us,
Who was formed out of dust and then later will soon
rust.
Between you and us,
We aren’t really that different,
because sooner or later we’ll both be
lost.
No matter the cost.

My life is on pause.
Stuck in a fog.
Making bad decisions.
I’m a sewer that’s clogged.
Overthinking.
Overbearing.
Over stimulate my own flaws.
To make room for more claws.
Scratching its way to my heart.
To bleed.
To fall.
Like licking blood stains off art walls.
A canvas so finished.
There are no blocks.
No stops.
Head is filled with so much intensity that’ll make your head spin.
Break.
Even possibly shake.
But not as far to make you feel lonely.
You may feel guilty but you’re not the one melting.
I’m the one who has to figure this out deliberately.
Warmly.
Figure this out calmly.
I have to push myself to be who I want.
To move swiftly.
Through gravity.
Stand still or keep going?