I Have More Than A Perfect Figure

Dried Grass and Gasoline

My mind is traveling way to fast, I cannot catch up.

I feel I'm in slow motion compared to the other people around me.

I get lost so easily in the dark, in the silence.

My mind is blocking how I used to see.

My hands tremble like the ground beneath me.

I thought I exiled the thoughts that break me apart.

I refuse to let my thoughts override my soul.

If there is someone out there with the power to help guide me than please, take the remote.

I cannot properly go on on my own without guidance.

I'm layered with dried grass and gasoline, now all I need is the spark to fuel me.

I want to burst into roaring flames of passion.

I will ignite my forest of thoughts and watch new ones grow as my land recovers.

In time, my soul will heal.