Not sure why sometimes the soul speaks
Like a tempest to the seas. A drop of water in a vacuum tunnel; turning fast into massive whirlpool
The size of a universe. That’s how I feel
Falling in it with you. Feeling the shrill
With the brain numbed
Our eyes dilated and the mouth open, unable to scream
The tide is way too loud
The feeling is way too high
Not sure if it’s the tunnel or if it’s just being with you
Walking zombie
Silently dying
Watching you decay
As you live your life;
A star, where ever you are
A mystic of the sea
A creature from dreams
I shred in the fire
As you shine bright
Pretending
While you silently die
Forever souls we are
Somewhere high and far
Intermittent. Everything in life is intermittent. I wanna feel high all the time. I wanna feel like I’m living nice all the time. But everything is intermittent. Everyone just sleeps at night or stays primarily quiet during the day thinking amongst themselves like lunatics. The highs that we feel together lasts only a few seconds, then during these intermittent times, we recall them, over and over again; artificially making the highs seem much longer than they really were. The highs suddenly become much higher than they really were. Our memories falsely recalls the past as if it was full of highs. We don’t remember that the past was, in fact, mostly intermittent. Just like it is now.
We lie in a room surrounded by our close ones during these intermittent times. We’re quiet next to each other and too busy thinking about the few second highs.
We’re just zombies waiting to wake up, waiting to feel the next high; while we’re bound like prisoners to our decaying bodies, ticking with the clock, during long intermittent times.
