Stream of consciousness of the unknown

Listening to the beat of truth floating through my mind of both bliss and sorrow aware of the potential risk that imminent pain may cause yet turning a blind eye and shaking away the lies that keep returning to haunt my surreal ties of passion and warmth with an image of sweetness and love truly endless so time slowly passes not knowing what is to come whether bitter tears or serene laughter will become my reality of conflict between past and present and all those questions left floating amidst the fog of fear and risk while I lay down looking at the pale and empty wall resembling the unknown in my mind with the tension of emptiness and the scorching clench in my stomach unable to differentiate happiness from sadness anxiety from excitement nor elation from apprehension and haunching something so foreboding yet so right feeling a sentiment so pleasant yet sorrowful and knowing something so romantic yet brutal which leaves me in a state of the unknown once again an abundance of questions left unanswered that only the vicious cycle of time can tell...

A mask of two foes

Mental chaos; surreal, seeming unreal; absurd and quite disturbed. Masking ourselves with joy, with laughter, with cheer; amusing ourselves with the superiority of a wretched sneer. Loving ourselves for the mold that society creates; isolating ourselves from the propensities people hate. Shedding our tears in silence and in hiding; conveying laughter though emotions are colliding. Enjoying the passions our environment dominates; proving the character that society tolerates. This mask is a creation of unknown denial, compelling us to resist the pleasures of innate survival… All while the warm heart beating against a mind of wretched thoughts; pounding to the words that tightly knot; choking to the fears of what the imagination has brought; screaming to the tension of the mind's force; bleeding from the pain it refuses to divorce. The warm heart crying out verses of craving passion; the mind retaliating in codes of stern fashion. Conflict building between two foes, a cancerous imbalance begins to grow; an insidious result begins to show, imminent decease being the only path for these two helpless souls.

Nostalgia...

oh such a sweet sound evoking blissful memories.; the kind that take you back to true comfort... nostalgia...
If only one can turn back time...

Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh, I beg, I beg and plead, singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a trouble that can't be named
Tigers waiting to be tamed, singing

You are
You are

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop but you now know, singing

Come out upon my seas, Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?, singing

You are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are

And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are
You are

Home, home where I wanted to be
Home, home where I wanted to be
Home, home where I wanted to be
Home, home where I wanted to be

- Clocks by Cold Play