Notes of Consciousness

The eyes of people and their ..

The eyes of people and their ideas they have stored in their minds of souls

I’m surrounded by their brains
Their thoughts are the gravity collapsing in on myself

The lack of connection with their spirits keeps my existence compressed inside a black hole of deadened life

There is no reality in the present time
It’s the past that breathes the air into my lungs

The future showers dreams into the dehydrated heart

They’re all strangers to my strangeness of self

I’m surrounded