why is it that we hurt each other, is it in our nature to hurt but love at the same time to loose what we hold so dear, to try and grasp at thin air, to find it hard to breath, to feel so totally alone and lost but still feel the love but know its totally lost never to be held again
our logic gives us cause and result but our fate, well that seems beyond our control, isnt it our nature to wonder and to explain, to create a pile of rock, so we are never forget, isnt it our instinct to question how is it that we exist and why and what we are doing,
we loose all our thoughts all our feelings we have no notions of relativity, we try so hard to stick everything together like a vast map of the universe and time, thousands of stars all looking the same, we can't decode it we just cant, but there's no escape from the explosions inside us,
we become sponges and soak up all the crap all the pain all the dire stuff, it swamps out the good stuff, it changes us, we see the world in less bright colours, but we so want to see those colours, but we block out the best parts, why because we have no other way to say how we've been overtaken, it lingers and hurts you
So suddenly we wake or maybe just maybe we wake slowly, but we wake up, our lives flash before our eyes, we have those inner feelings like demons urging us on, one day at a time those urges take over, because we have no other escape, no other words nothing left to say ...