I know it well now,
It has a scent to me
Smells of lilac,
The smell of radiance
Drifting through the soul,
Encompassing me in every motion
Never stronger,
Never weaker
Always understanding,
Always forgiving
At times I wish to shake the scent,
Though I feel it would be wrong to do so
If I believe it to be phantom,
Then a lie you would be
My heart to a pen,
My thoughts to a page
As you read more,
I feel less
My essence feeds the medium,
Your mind devours the message
Trust in my word only restricts the flow.
My heart to speech,
My thoughts to you
The less you hear,
The better I feel
My vice feeds the medium,
Your mind enquires the message
Trust in my word only envelopes the flow.
Questioning you
Thinking of me,
Questioning me
Thinking of you
the spoken word is a relative thing
relative to the speaker
words truly mean nothing by themselves
dictionaries give definitions, but people can use these words however they may please
to say ''i'' or ''you'' is also a relative thought
relative to the one recieving the thought from the speaker
this is why some feel it is not necessary to relate to others in any way, because they place too much emphasis on personalization of little words
finally
time is a relative thing
relative to everyone, and relative to nobody
if you actually care what time it is you are only trying to escape the task at hand
or you may be trying to escape time itself within your own mind
too many things are relative to too many people,
place no emphasis on little things and you will leave the plane of existance which you try to escape on an almost daily basis
escapism is a vice everyone has, it's inherent