This is an excerpt from a piece I'm writing, yes, I'm still not done with it.
It's long, really, really long.
It's mostly personal, so I chose the least personal excerpt I could find to post on here.
I have posted this before, but no one fed it.
So I decided to post it up again.
Inward Philosophy
When fears fear each other, they both left hang like an earring be
I’m fearing fear and at the same time fear is fearing me
I’m left on the ground, right, I just write where I left off call it ambidexterity
I can touch her but she is just out of my reach, you feeling me?
For real, see, It’s like falling in love with a goddess
Never tell your God how big your problem is, tell your problem how big your God is..
Let’s be honest, it’s like love hates me but look I love the hate
So people that love to hate hate the love that love got for me, wait..
Let’s get this straight, I just can’t take it
How am I supposed to act normal and fake it
Whenever I see her I feel like a silent siren yet I’m being blatant
I’m heading like the top of an article towards a straight end
See, me and her are just friends, I can’t possible make that friendship end
Even if I want her to be my girlfriend..
And.. I can’t figure out what my heart is telling me
Figures, a heart always tries be secretive like a felony
I’m trying to listen but I can’t figure out my hearts melody
Can it be, that I’m facing vanity or should I just plead insanity?
I relate to depression, does that make us immediate family?
Can I flee? It feels like a shot in the heart, not from Cupid
From a nine mm desert eagle, no arrow but a bullet, stupid
Right through a narrow passage in my heart, useless..
Valentine’s day would be appropriate now, not for the lovely day’s caliber
But ‘cause it feels like the Valentine’s day massacre..
If I would ask her what she thinks of me, what would she say?
Besides that we’re friends, what else could she possibly say?
Feelings can show up as a posse some say..
To search for the rationality during this period of insanity
However, the emotions are from a different nationality
‘cause the casualties are brought down to one, just me..
I circled around my feelings, my circle asked me what I was feeling
But I circled around the circle of feelings and told my circle what I wasn’t feeling
Now I’m feeling like an incomplete circle
She’s my other half, my destination lost, I need a deep search, so..
I look up at the stars and I try to search the skies
I feel like a comic book hero that has been sucked up by merchandise...