Burning to Awake

Step away from me cuz I’m tripping.
Leave me your water and go.

This is too intense. Will I stay like this forever?

Alternate between dreams and nightmares.
God and the devil. Compassion and indifference.

Visions of beauty.
One lone soul passes by me with the deepness of the ocean.
The deepness only the dead or the living dead are aware of.

Fear, lack of fear, control, and control in the lack of control.

Ghosts of the past guide me with their beautiful songs.
Literal translation kills the metaphor.

Running in a white tutu. Lost helpless. Powerful. Endearing.
Fly with the wind. The carnival of monsters awakens me,
and my spirit gets taken away.

Ears raped by savage sounds, new age mysticism is truly comforting.
Disturbed by indifferent strangers. No connection.

Continue searching.

Crash party of gentle souls, offered gifts of comfort.
Cannot stay inside. Must search again.

It is never over. It will never be over.
As long as I give in to the flesh, there will be no release.

Lose your body, gain entrance to the spirit world.
Pulled back by water. Must be near the Earth.
The Earth is thirsty for love, and attention.
It craves for your touch, as you crave for hers.

Urinate in the dark sand.
Create an acid river that soon enough dries.
Like all things eternal, they are always permutating.

-Alex