Open it.

So much of canvas spread in front of you. Acres and Acres. And nothing to limit your imagination.

The tools in your hands, the greatness inside you. Walk with it. Fight with it. Wake up to it. 

The time was never right. The place was never going to change. It was all inside you. Within your bundled soul lies the keys to leave this world behind. Open it.

The IFs and BUTs.

                IFs

If you're running away,
Run fast and Far,

If you're choosing to stay,
Stay here and now.

If you've forgotten the feeling,
Don't remember, not ever.

If you've missed the living,
Come back, welcome home.

If you've ever Loved,
Love yourself, nobody else.


              BUTs

But you did leave,
I am back now.

But you choose that,
And Im choosing now.

But you buried the past,
It doesn't go away.

But you were dead,
Not long enough anyway.

But you killed the love,
I had to let you go.

Senses. Numb.

Ever feel yourself sinking,
letting go of the surface,
that you held on for far too long.
Ever feel yourself letting go,
willingly surrender yourself,
having lost your faith in reality.
Ever feel the need to wake up,
from this dream that was built for you,
to hold you in your cocoon.
Ever feel like numbing your senses,
stabbing the pain out,
only to know you'll bleed out.
Ever feel like sinking.