BrokenChiasm

There is a tremble in my voice and I'm unsure of how to speak about it There is a rumble in the earth and I worry that I'm in the wrong place I'm flying under the cold surface with a beautiful hand touching my face bound together by roots so strong but dying as the age sinks in Is this the end of everything?

Bridges to cross bridges to burn feeling heavy attempting the turn Severing ties feeling alright drop one line and change my life

 Pushing words down a tunnel with lightning striking your heart radioactive waves crashing down around all the things you said You can poison us with your magic and tell the world you can't handle it let yourself into my arms we can run away if you want Rocket us up into space and we'll camp out on Saturn never looking back at life before we fell before we fell in love

strangers things have happened when birds spread their wings to learn a new language in the heat of battle a new era begins and the birds will keep on flying with the sun burning through the mythic sky

 There is this light bouncing around the room through the inconceivable nature it makes me think of the atoms and how the cosmos is within us it's a complex tree and I now understand we are made out of stars

 like chords in a wonderful song it beats the beat away and I wish I could run against the wind to see you in every other way

enter escape with me closer to the sun and then you realize the biggest thing you have ever done was to smile at something beautiful

 If only here was one rule to live by something to keep me going a heart to attach to an engine with magnificent force Through the daylight I can actually still see you just get me through the forbidden woods. With unimaginable force.

My mind spins and tricks me in ways that remind me of when you used to feed me everything inside the coma felt so real and it made me burst

Is it weird how sometimes you can like this, hidden under karma. So what if I was here to help with something I can't imagine but was left with the sun at my knees and death at my ankles? You would capture every moment even if you don't believe.

 If I had to choose one thing, tangible or otherwise, to describe myself as of late, it would undoubtedly be Subway sandwiches. Now, I realize that this may seem like a strange choice. I'm not exactly a big fan of eating in general; I view the whole process with disdain. However, there is something about a Subway sandwich that has always given me a twinge of hope for American fast food. Whenever I mention my recent addiction to these sandwiches, those who know that I'm a vegetarian are always shocked and confused; they automatically assume that Subways absolutely must be eaten with generous helpings of meat. This, my friends, is certainly