Words never spoken lead to awkward silence. Deafening silent space periodically altered by questioning why? What.. are we doing? You don't know me at all. I don't know you but somehow we find our most true self when our bodies connect. So we stay in that space forever-despite the juices or lack there of after the 4th time that morning - because we both silently confess that there is no life outside of those moments for us. Other than this, life is just filled with senseless noise and high dosed tokes of thc to pass the time as often as possible. We know "not everything is meant to be spoken" right? We are caught up in the movement of life. Never knowing what real love is because we have been coaxed to not see it when it's real. We believe life is the white picket fence outcome simply because of habitual images and movies with no plot . Simply because "science" or "religiously speaking" or whatever you want to use to justify the road your on in life.
Always wandering with no real direction.
We are literally oil and water. Oil, water, and dye make an interesting eruption of colors. Add alka seltzer and we create a lava lamp but only the artificial kind and eventually the noise dies down and then we are just left with a huge oily mess. Right? And I suppose subcontiously I am prepared to create this lava lamp despite knowing that I will be the one left cleaning up this oily mess but I know that I wish I didn't have to clean it up on my own. So it makes the journey difficult to bask in the joyful moments knowing that it's going to all die out just as rapidly as it began. Leaving me to clean up the mess.
