Memory Distorted

Memory Distorted

Amazing how the humming of energy brings forth once which was stolen. Memories of myself in a time that was golden. I saw the auras within everything. Every single plant, human, things that aren't supposed to have a being. Then I got lost somewhere inside my head. Something happened while alone in a shed. Or was it when I thought you were true, only to find the darkest part of you? It is all one and the same, I have relived this pattern again and again. I tried to drown it all once with pills, tried to block all the pain. I ended up in a asylum, being cared for by the insane. I hear so many things in my head. I used to want out, I used to want to be dead. Then I woke up again, or did I fall sleep? Only thing I know is now I am in too deep. Everything changes around me and in me and I am left with nothing but old memories. Not the ones where I am alone, not the ones where I am gone, but of faces smiling, and obscure yet beautiful songs. I remember having nothing but a Casio keyboard, and the Stars Shining Bright. It was all I had left when demons crept through the night. The voice of a robot coming through the stereo,You have no idea what you meant to me, how you became my subliminal hero. And Rainbow Bright, I remember that, too. How one happy girl made it her life long mission, to make us see the color in everything, to see the colors in you. All these memories are coming back to me. Please don't leave me again. All I want is to be me. I want everyone to forgive themselves and to move on. This is my only true wish as I move along this path of chaotic bliss I only can momentarily control, as I am trapped within this dying flesh, trying to bare to you my soul. The past is just that. It is just the past, it doesn't control who you are, we are all in control of our path. The only thing we have is our memories, our feelings, our dreams. If you choose all that has hurt you, you in turn hurt all human beings. I believe a lot of us have lost touch with who we are. We're made to believe we are inferior, instead of shining, bright stars. Your mind and soul is a far better eye than that organic mass planted in the front of your skull. Please take my words into consideration, as you persue your goals.