goodbye world i used to know memories that have become a dream, for each time my eyelids close i open them to a new "real"
a new "truth"
replacement that conflicts the history that has become a fabrication in my mind
and with my memories, my beliefs and sub-beliefs that carry through become null and void
just shredded paper confetti strips that gently fall and slide past my face
the microcuts in my steadfast beliefs and internal hopes and dreams
giving way to change and erasure
i wish to fill you as i have filled myself with the belief of green ideals...
for my voracious soul cannot contain itself any longer... it desires more of... a clean separation in the hackjob known as my mind
for each time it leaves my heart on my lap, i still feel it beat internally...