Something's still broken
Like I can't wrap my head around a riddle
or someone's covering my eyes.
I can't stop the world, and step through the very small hole in my mind's eye.
The third eye.
The gateway to one peace
one thought
one song of silence.
Unfortunate really
its kinda like having an arm lopped off
once you learn to read the rhythm of your self
and you have that connection and understanding severed.
The lights went out.
My soul is
missing.
Its not an issue of being uninspired this time.
It's not about losing love
or drying out my heart.
I hacked my finger down to the bone and laughed today.
It made a rather satisfying crack as it clacked against the white shell.
Laughed.
Finished cooking
and bled.
Something's still broken.
And I'm no longer fearing its getting worse
I know it is.
