Spells of Nothing.

Getting lost in words.

I’ll continue and succumb to another world

Where it’s wrapped up perfectly for enchantment.

Where answers are found,

Questions are bound.

Because try as I must,

I do not understand this world, or it’s people, or even myself

My mind feeling constantly whirred.

I do not understand this reality with all it’s strife.

All the things we say, and don’t mean

The things we do, and never conclude.

We seek love, and don’t accept it

We seek wisdom, and wallow in darkness

A perfect little world we imagine

A perfect little world we never go for.

So I escape.

To a journey where existence is less painful

Where randomness is not tenfold.

Because we know.

We know.

We know it can all be gone in instant

Yet still we cheat, hurt, run away, and fight all the way until we are distant.

We give pain plenty of insistence.

We push further as if we were inmortal

The gentlest of a breeze will pop the bubble in which we hurtle.

And we keep on trying to figure out this brief inferno

Leaving memories which fade away

Like the notes we had on that sacred journal.

So I escape.

To another world,

Where even for the briefest of moments I can grasp your soul

Wrap it up nicely, and warm it to its core.

Cure the affliction from which you suffer

Break down the pain

Don’t be afraid of the good,

Accept it without putting up a buffer.

But we are all broken.

Broken people liking other broken people

Breaking it all down into dust

Striving to fill the hole with empty bits

Shattering what’s already fragmented

We learn to accept pain and simply submit

Diving down the hole that is less moonlit

Ironic, how what we wish for the most

Is what scares us to never find that bliss.