time is an illusion

It is 4:40 in the morning
I should be snoring
rather I am exploring this new world
I created with a flick of my wrist
just a little bit of diction and the page is imprisoned
to by my prism
splitting up the facets of ink
I practice every week
every night I never sleep
I just blink and I blink
til the brink of this bleached tree is reached

I just think and I think
til I know that I'm sinking
in this ocean of emotions
I never learned to control
I watch as I burn all my bridges
no stitches just division

maybe one day we will all sing again

all is He

So fast
so slow
that past
it grows
every moment

peeling this present
one partially digested second at a time

under this Sun
there is nothing new
only people to prove to
that this present isn't useless
we can choose to produce this
before we lose our youth

rather than just lose it
forgetting why we knew shit
forgetting how we used to
cruise to the music
forgetting what my muse is
too filled up with amusements
void of any truth

But lately I've been

laughing at the rest of em
not worried about impressing them
just searching for a better friend
someone I can adventure with
search for a fresher breath
find all of my stenciled deaths
lined out for me to wrestle with
people always pressurin'
reminding me I'm lesser than
all of these lessons
that are like
deserts full of treasure chests

I'm barely scratching at this surface
making myself a festered mess
sniffing at the pleasantness
ignoring my own bloody steps
remembering I am so blessed
God is so magnificent
a supernova raindrop
a sunrise at midnight
a smile on a rooftop
lighting up the brightness
He is all