I haven’t written anything in quite some time but right now I feel like blurting a million things out of my head. Like a grotesque explosion of my emotions splattering all over the walls staining them of my blood.
My mind is calm.
There is no point for a storm, it just destroys everything you were comfortable with. It leaves you with scattered bones, skeletons to structured homes bared from their skin.
It lets the wind give you chills and every time you relax it whistles even louder in your ears.
My mind is accepting.
The wind will never cease to sing. But I have a choice to disregard its torment. I can cover my ears and whistle my own tune. I can tear down walls not even the air is able to destroy. My breath guides me in every right direction so my legs don’t stray from my path.
My mind is content.
Living is for those free of the anxieties of society. Every heart beats faster in the eyes of death to conquer your soul. Our taste buds are finest when our bodies are loved.
My mind is in search of peace and I am ready to take this journey of self-discovery. I am prepared for oblivion with a smile on my face.