I want to tell you something

But I have seeped in under alley stones and dirt to blood's birthplace, and my language is the molten core where fire and matter merge to create the music of minerals that become earth, and if you look at the hills and mountains and fields, you gaze at me, I am near you, next to you, beneath, above, and beside you. I live in your lower back, in the muscles used for bending and rising. I am a heavy clay bowl in your stomach in which to pour your fear. Your spine is a canyon trail I walk and I am the latch handle you turn in the dark to let light enter.

There's messy in my head. There's messy in my life.

All life's moments are really just the same picture different colors.

I'm staring at the green and black and blue in my life. If I could touch the stars I'd realize that they're just floating parts of elements that make up the rest of the universe. I'd see that they're only pretty from where gravity roots me down. I'd know everything's an illusion, a picture, a whatever anything we want, wish, would like it to be.There's no lid strong enough to contain all you'd rather keep trapped inside yourself.

My mind's fucking peeking it's head out of the water.