Speak My Season

I feel in this moment every tremble of the Earth. Every consequence of it’s freedom, the quakes disaster for moving, the waves erosion of life, the devastation of windy captivity- the scars of light. I am born, and I must again die to be what I am supposed to be. This carriage is not right, I fall inside fold into breaking froths. I don’t want to be normal, I want you to be me. I want to be what’s right, and for you all to see the pain you cause, just by being the way you are. The ghost is not natural, death is the reasonable. Let me live intended. Let me let me go. I just want to be myself. Let my words breathe your sight, don't you know the hurt of hiding? I want to collapse in hail, swim down mountains and forget everything I ever knew! I want to find the one who will go when it's time, and come back without reason. because I am alive I am not man made. I am oxide continuum and I don't want anything more than the transitions!