black keyhole

no light from the room

on the other side,

hands out 

pricked by the cold

surrendered at your will

by the confusion 

by the machines

by everything you don't know,

distinct & stricken by

reaching out.

carved a blood line

about your face

by my anger

from your desperation

from everything you are

within;

you've done something

but you don't know what

you should learn to navigate

& let the sails out,

but you're stuck

& alone

wailing.

oh we'll try to do this together

but we won't

because of the impossible

because of what's not there

& the slow crawl of sun

in the winter

to the dark;

lanterns on the eaves

amongst plants & trees

the party continues

without me,

what about making the future

for later,

how about handing me a drink

for now,

You've awoken a siberian tiger

& now it preys on your heart.

hey cutie. you're a robot that wants to be free from the shackles of your msgmachine. let go of your fear lust and fight the suicide dreams. take the pill to shake your apathy awake, and know what comes. it is a nightmare.

you can't get past anything by just yourself. at some point you will face a barrier and need help. help can come in a variety forms. chaos, nature, drugs or other people, or physical pain, or emotional feeling crisis. a shock to the system, something to shake the foundation of routine out of you. it will happen, it always happens. there's no need to even press it or consider it. you'll keep breaking an infinite number of times until you die and break for real. because all the breaking before is just a way to change and grow, to experience as much as you can before the end comes.