I have so many emotions moving so fucking fast within...

But I think I need to just chill a bit, be positive, focus on the constructive, and fake any sense of order that might have otherwise been a projection of this chaos that walks around in my shoes.

You burn right through me
like molten steel poured down over my fears,
and it only seems to get harder with time.

I have become my own enemy
as these memories have no edges
after a while.

I remember a time in my young life when I frequently felt like the ideal future path of humanity would usher in togetherness, harmonious homeostasis, and compassion.

Now, with the help of some perspective, I am just beginning to see that there is no secret pocket of untapped virtue within the vast majority of us. The living eat the dead and the collective voice of my people is turned in on itself rather than belting out some angelic exaltation to the heavens of our potential for social cohesion.

I see that it is ignorant to look past the shackles and into the eyes, or at least it is certainly not the just thing to do.

It's hard for me now to conceptualize the world I would like to live in, for this world confuses me and has disenfranchised and distorted  my connection to the unifying spirit of shared hope that I once sought with confidence.

What do you
accept through?
In time here
it seems clear
that you should
open your heart.
It's true that
there's more... that you could do
to make truth
 exude
when you do your part.
Put out your arms and let us in x2
The true embrace
will seek no names
only a guide
between the flames.
Turn to your kin
as arms extend.
You know that you... must let us in. (for this medicine)
Worshipping this entropy
Letting you wash over me
Until we share the air we breathe.
There is a time and place
to squeeze,
but please make sure you reach out
consensually
Respect, the virtue we believe
its not too late to give and to recieve.
Put out your arms and let us in x2

Be patient... The world is changing... Don't lose hope.
There is promise all around us, though we must raise our sights to see it.

I went through a depression of sorts, gave up on being alive or caring, and now that i'm out of that i haven't given up the bad habits that formed during this time. I don't hate life anymore like that so its time for me to act like it.

life is sludge
this messy death
takes a little more every day

there is nothing there to release me
and so i swing back and forth
too high to climb

This naughty brain is crying out for more punishment. I can only abuse my self so much, I apparently need some help.