Zach said 10 years, 2 months ago:

Confined to this silent place,
Allowing my mind to wander,
It has lost the way of the road it had chosen,
At first glance it’s beautiful,
At a second it’s insane,
In the end it can’t even decide which is the right way,
This room is a dilapidated prison,
But also a sacred sanctum,
Torn between the possibilities of each one,
Infinitely endless are the walls,
Minutely closing in on itself,
Allowing creativity and also suppressing it altogether,
Poisoning your conscience,
Releasing your inner soul,
Each side fighting to prove their dominance inside,
The insane part,
The beautiful part,
Yet neither wants to be rid of the other half,
Living in harmony,
Dying in unison,
These walls shall be the bane of it’s perfection,
As the nightmare ends,
And the paradise does,
The walls shall crumble to reveal the true potential.

Dianne said 10 years, 1 month ago:

I really like this. this is good.

Zach said 10 years, 1 month ago:

Awh, thank you!