Caraway

There can be no peace without madness
and madness rests upon the probability of peace
Peace is the trunk that springs forth the branches
of madness and self-destruction

The winds of change blow through these limbs and
new life can always grow through tumultuous seasons
a brand new bud, a newly formed seed containing possibility

Amnesia would be a blessing
no remembrance of life before
A new life waiting to be created
with no identity but for the one you fashion now

No guilt

Guilt is a condition of the mind
that traps you
like being paralyzed
while the rest of the world buzzes around you
Busy
busy dying
creating something

Me, a child that is frightened

A world without people would mean no judgements
Except for the internal madness that seaps through the silence
Constantly buzzing in your ears
driving you mad

with possibility

So many choices
with the requirement to select
when the selection will be made with your input or without

Step forward and be classified

Genus Value Worth

Indecision is poison
taken in minute amounts
which kills slowly
immobilizing the limbs
then selected poison to quiet the mind

The whole of it to create
slow, dull
mediocratety
The definition of which is all around

We mold ourselves before the world even has a chance to break us

Slow, deliberate pain
madness

When peace lies as a steady stream
just below the confusion
The quiet, it's there