Stream of echo’s.
I am in a confusion state. Emotions, thoughts racing making a tornado of my ghost. In the thickest mist seeking for a clear answer to ease my thoughts. Thoughts confused by questions not to be asked not to be answered. All possible based on an illusion of hints and longings. Couldn’t clear my mind, empty my thoughts. The lake of my spirit crinkled, chaos in my head. Warm liquid running thru my soul, thoughts dwell loosing track. This emotion was uninvited and I wished it back with all my strength. Did lose but it’s my emotion to have. It’s my burden my task to leave the questions def and not to be asked. Leading this emotion out did ones before. I know this; it’s still a long way a head. Dark day’s in my head, wind blows and howls making holes in my soul leaving it filled with cold air. Raising my chin feeling light touching my nose echoing thoughts into my head. Brave I stand before these thoughts hope I don’t get lost in a race to get them away from the spirit they are stirring in. Clouded mind colored with dim shades big shadows to overtake, invisible their spirits are. Leading me thru this clouded pad, specs of light and shades of red. On the pads haunted by the past leading to echoing puzzles made up by time spend in our wondering eye. Leaping left leaping right looking into the whirling mist, seeing decisions been made every ware. Giving new shades to color this tapestry of life to give it more meaning more sight. Walking on upon my pads hundred’s of days left, leaving their deeds into my soul. Walk, I have to do to unleash this burden from my whole. Leading to new battles, new shades new specs to color this world of mind where thoughts lead towards eternity. Making up new thoughts new answers to be had. The venom of reality is pounding in my head, in flaming my soul many miles to be had. Given no time to lay out a map fore the route a head, walking on blindly thru the roads of pain. Having seen and wished a begging chance for clear skies but it all crumbles instead. Walking on pads unknown with an illusion that can’t be broken it has will of its own, but I can’t let it speak. Otherwise rules and boundaries broken thoughts unspoken, spoken. Will not give it breathing room or light to be had, will try to get rid of it to kill the thought instead. My whole soul shivers when I echo these words down. Can I do it, can I hunt the emotion out, ore be haunted by it instead. In my soul where the spirit that I am shivers and hurts by the miles spend. Walked towards the plain of my whishing tree, standing there with shivering knees asking it saying it. I didn’t want this illusion, take the confusion back. Nothing only silence was what came, no answer to be had. Dropping down at my knees, clawing at the dirt surrounding the tree, begging for my spirit, I only want one second of rest. To clear my head from this stream of echo’s.