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I haven't written in a while and
It's not that I've had nothing to say
It's because I have grown to neglect and reject the way I feel,
Instead of injecting and reflecting the mix of confusion
Crossed cut and chopped with the anatomy of the inner me
Or shall I say bluntly. My emotions.

It takes time to say what's on my mind.
But I can tell you my heart feels heavy and I feel guilty,
For all the wrongs that I've done.
As a human my fault and defaults are most natural
And I can not say that I have second to none
But I do try to stay pure and stay sound and stay kind
And then sometimes. Wait. Most of the time. No.
Let me be honest.
The majority of the thoughts in my mind are so deeply twisted
And I am afraid that if I cross that line between subconscious and reality
Breaks.
That I will change into that unrecognisable monster . 'Oh that's not good'.
Now if my flow changes from now ill tell you that I did just change my chain of thought.
No it's not the same.
I'll just stop.
But before I go let me tell you something funny.

I said so much without saying anything at all.

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