I can’t move, the roots look alluring.
Part of them is me and this is a mutual feeling for both of us.
This soil is very warm, I feel like a part of it.
Disruption of the evolution, I see where the idleness got me.
Watching my own self getting wounded with my new limbs that I have no control over.
I think I’ll stay here for a while, there’s nothing else I can do besides fighting myself, but who fights oneself?
That’s immature, shit, of course that’s immature.
I’m becoming one of the beings that I have been watching, laughing and pitying all my sane life.

The roots are coming through me.
The most important thing here is not to let them grow inside my brain, I still need that piece of shit functioning. (for what?)
Apart from that, I don’t fucking care, I wasn’t even going anywhere.

It’s better just to wait it out.

I think I’m starting to like this place.
Soil feels nice, I was never able to feel it from that, personal, perspective.
That pain will go eventually, it actually becomes soothing.
My mind is God, It will do everything as needed.
Cause I am a soul trapped in a body.
I can go up/right.
I can go down/left. (let’s travel, huh)
Clockwise.
It’s all subjective, it’s all theoretical.
We are theoretical.
Our very existence is questionable.
So why the fuck do I care about anything that is going on right here, right now?
Fuck that, I can make it all go away. When i want to.
For now I’m feeling comfortable here. (defensive wall)

It’s better just to wait it out.

And here I am,

Waiting for the tide.
Waiting out the night.
Waiting out the fright.
Waiting.
Waiting for the bite inside.
Waiting ‘till your world goes blind.
Waiting ‘till your dried heart sides
With grasp of tragedy that guides the light.