i dont have a name for these thoughts

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19:47 31/10/2017
i wasted a whole evening
but found myself
she is buried beneath the flesh i just found him
he is ready to be inspired
conformity is weakness?
i have no more questions
only answers
with no value
when they say a deeper meaning
only you can find that
cosmpolitan cannot tell you
only a real heart that allows itslef to be heard will speak
wishy washy is what we say when the mind is too lazy to think for itself
society is a gigantic pigeon hole
i want to wake up and not sleep
i want to run and never stop
i want to sleep and wake up tired only to sleep and wake up fresh
we can only understand when we clear the clouds
'cloud 9' is what stopped me from seeing
writing till i bleed
flesh torn off my skin as each letter touches the paper
pupils crawl out of my eye balls and let the blind see
goodness is in all of us
i thought i'd never say that
now we are done