Holding On To You.

So I have a new post.

Even though my post from yesterday was just put up now due to my terrible luck with WiFi.

Here is some poetry about how I feel and why my blog has the name that it does.

The Empirical State of Losing my Mind

I feel as if

If I don’t write these verses

That nothing will ever come out

Ever come out

Of me

Or breathe

It will all just suffocate

Into the deep sea

Of what was

And who I long to be

I want to see a face

Write on it

With my breath

With my love

Cherish it

With all of my desires

Burn in a beautiful ring of fire

I want to be an artist

Sacrifice my appetite

For an unknown addiction

That seems as if

There is no other way to live life

I want to feel your music sing to me

As I type these words

 Hear everything

About who you are

Do you know who I am?

Probably not

Because I have no idea

Who I am

Or what I stand for

All I know is that I have a gift

A gift of thought

One in which you speak about

So I move my feet

To your introspective beat

I feel the rhythm that starts in my head

Grow in me

Surgically enhance bones

That add to my height

Without the vanity

Or profanity

Of tainted tongue…

I am me

You are me

I can see this now

That there is no end to me now

I’m alive

I see it in bright green eyes

As I walk the streets of my new city

Buildings that scream a familiar name

Lights that stare down deep

Because when I think of my favorite things

I see them in the most hateful ones…

It is easiest to know

Nothing of what is to come

While thinking that you do

Just do what you think

Without the prospect of what is coming

Live in a dream…

But keep your feet on the ground

Hold tight to your senses that stray

To the most dazzling effects of

Human illusion

Because flying

High

Isn’t all

That it is made out to be.