Unstable Sight

When things seem uncertain around me, I tend to become a hermit. I hide my emotions within, placing armor around my demeanorism, so the world will not know what I am truly feeling within my soul. I don’t think the world will understand my deep rabid emotions. 

Living with myself, is all I have. I feel like I am frozen within time, searching through the fogs of illusions. Illusions placed to deceive and manipulate the true meaning of life. Having to live in a zombified and empty world has made it strenuous for me in staying focused.

I feel numb, although knowing I am still able to relate to my senses, I become stagnant.

Deranged with the outcome of how this world is managed and manipulated, I stop to view the chaos.

I pause for a moment. I sense my surroundings. I sense my eagerness in disappearing from everyone and everything within it.

 This weight is heavy; it seems that everything I do is not good enough. I can’t quit, as I feel i have come so far and overcome so much.

I know, although my worldly views sees a zombified one, I also so the crevice at its peak.

Hope is once again restored.

My strength again is restored. I am in utter relief to know that I am able to relate in some way, once again. Having those around me love me and know I am of no harm but of love.