Wrapped in your lips,
I see the truth,
A glowing lamp post in the night,
Betrayal
Betrayal
Feels like you're falling in quicksand
You try to cling onto the pieces of the past,
The part of you that was ignorant
Of what's to come
You thought your heart was made of steel,
Able to overcome anything
But the pieces crumble
And you fall into the abyss
Without a single branch to hold onto,
The darkness is not permanent
There is a way out,
But it means you have to face the betrayal,
And notice the roots that grew in response
When authenticity becomes an aesthetic
Authenticity has lost its meaning,
Like a doll repeatedly dragged in the mud
Until it becomes unrecognizable,
Privacy becomes a luxury
It becomes an aesthetic
That everyone craves to have
Like the newest product release
Authenticity cannot exist
On a platform that forces you
To perform or filter yourself,
Authenticity is actually found
In the private moments off screen
Where no one is watching
And your mind isn't aware of judgement from others
It's easy to pretend you are being real,
To share your whole life story
So people don't feel alone,
But the shadow looks over your shoulder
Whispering to keep going,
To keep sharing your privacy for validation
To erase the boundaries
And make your whole life a production
For the world to see and to imitate,
But the disconnect has become too strong,
And the discomfort starts to feel like you're choking on stale air
And your soul desires the silence,
The privacy to feel seen,
To come across genuine joy
The doorway to our life force
True creativity unlocks when you stop numbing the pain
When you look at darkness
Not as an enemy to kill
But as a playground
For your psyche and creativity,
It's no longer scary,
But beautiful
There is beauty in the darkest waters,
If you're brave enough to find it
Society wants to stop feeling,
The discomfort and pain,
So the list of ways to numb it
Continue to grow
Keeping the soul fragmented,
Where wisdom tries to knock on the door,
But most cannot hear it clearly
It is only through conscious awareness,
And intiation
That the shadows feel safe enough,
To be seen without the inner voices of criticism
Keeping parts of you small,
It's no longer seen as strength
To tolerate situations
Where your energy drains from you,
True strength is walking away,
When people or places feel off,
Your body becomes your alarm system,
An ancient guide
That shows you
How your soul frequency
Responds to unaligned things
Don't run away from pain
When the basket is unstable,
It makes you want to run away
Because it feels like the pain of loving someone else
Starts to claw at your throat
Until you can't breathe
And all you see is the darkness
It's human instinct to crave an escape
From what we fear the most,
To never receive the kind of love
That we truly desire
But we forget the warmth
The moments where our hearts
Collectively knew that it would all be okay
That pain wasn't the full story
And love is the medicine
Not the band aid
No Gold in the Shallow
When there is no depth,
The light shrinks further into the darkness
And the discomfort rises
To where the sunken feeling
Becomes hard to ignore
There is no gold in the shallow,
You attempt to tear apart the monster,
But the monster is a layer of you,
That has been left behind
You can say fear is the culprit,
It's easier to swim in shallow seas,
Than it is to swim in deeper waters