freedom

leaning towards the sun
realizing that im sick, eccentric, and overhelmed
An intense  overloading feeling for everything that surfaces and brushes air
i need to run
dragging myself through each dead step of a beautiful, and ultimate hell.
the world is closing more slowly
will i make it to the silver top thats clear, pale, and fair.
craving something to slide on my body, ultimately enabling me to see.
spread on my back, under all this power.
who is this
a  slap from karmas sweet flower
i cant seem to understand any more..
what is this palpation and blistering kiss
cant seem to feel any impressions
No touch or breath, so tell me why my soul is so sore.
a bubble of sour infection
understading why is an obstacle
as well as dispensing to all who search for bliss.
just transform me into a catatonic follacle.
no longer here nor there
dried up for those who thirst
rough to the illusionist touch.
just a flash of pain, anger, and hate.
that overhelms my life in bursts.
reaching and reaching, but its jaws stay clutched.
appeasing fate.
cant u just let me be free.