When the neuron bulb is replaced to unveil the dim past.

An acrostic.

This can’t easily be interpreted, and I think that’s what makes it all the better. It’s about reassuring yourself, everything is alright. It’s like my mind, and it goes back to that first thought and repeats. It’s a bad description, I know.

Escaping the depths of darkness and embracing the light.

This poem is about being distracted, and trying not to ignore the fact that we ignore the mutilation of inner self, and how we are led to falsely believe we are enjoying it.

These are random thoughts that strayed into my mine throughout the day.