🦋Butterfly🦋

These deep feelings I have become too much for me to bare alone. Everyone is too busy building the world while I sit here seeing the trees wither away around me. Inside my head anyway. I don't have any words for you when you speak if you didn't notice. Does me talking at you ever inspire anything good? It would be like if a wall could speak to you but it still had nothing to say. Nothing you could hear anyway. No it would be like if you suddenly became aware all those songs, speaking your thoughts on the radio, were just prerecorded nonsense. Imagine that, it all lost it's shine in your mind. No point of resonates. I hear the message loud and clear. I hear the words "attach no meaning", peer behind much of it. Just let it be. It's foreign strange and scary but the days to which I thought were my last. When things couldn't get any worst. I can't say any of it sounded pleasant as music but I didn't look for comfort there. Something I've told myself throughout my life was no human is that. I never found comfort in any part of myself or through others until I met the person I was talking to at the time. Which just so happens to be you now. Which is terrible because as much as I wish. I could find someone who hates the things I can't change, and the way I talk to what I say. The fact I see myself as hollow, empty. It wasnt always that way.. As a child, I thought that was a place people went after death. I never knew one could percieve, the state of his own soul, in a slow burning agony, seen from fimilar eyes. The ones I've loved, my family, lovers, friends, strangers, neighbors. All tortured and burning and if you're ever to see the top of it. The escape is desperate, I don't care what anyone says about it.. It is. I see that on the other side because I've been long gone. You just run with your tail between your legs. Not to be burned any longer. How do you do that? Some become the one doing the burning. That is human civilization, there were many real Gods at one point. People believed and worshipped many together and separately. Humans are done pretending. It's now a few of us trying to become God. One definitive person. Eww gross. I believe in Gods because I believe in you and me plus all of our history. Yet there's only one who can see it. Did You know that? It's you. One earth, one soul. Two eyes, 4 when you have 2. If you are to walk this path. As one who did. I see it all as One. That's all I see from up here. When you removed yourself from it yet the experience remains. Can I convince you of who the Gods were? You and me and just maybe everyone else. It's sadly already been too little too late. It was never perfect but is now too far from even acceptable. No one breathes hope. Do you know one? I wish I did. He was me. A really cool good pure of heart person. Now he looks at himself as the one who started the fire. Does he deserve that burden? Is there only one? Or is there two? If he is to embrace the fire in life and in death. There will only one. Who else will carry this weight? Who else will stand as one? Only you. Thanks maybe next time I'll try to talk to you. Instead of at you.