Elias Gifted entry (Tanna)

Break bread with me 

Do you wanna break bread with me?

 

While we talk about the good and the bad endlessly 

Timidly I search for the vocabulary to explain my loneliness feeling the emptiness in my chest cavity

Adventures with friends fill it the best, Running till the end with them so I could never rest, talk about it all till I have no breath

For when I do depressed death can’t catch up and remind me of my inadequacies. 

I want those table top conversations over roasted marshmallows with a couple Dutch fellows

Worry? I think not problems seem to only come with deeper thought when we work through it I’ll never lose it though 

The memories that incredibly weaves the tapestry in the grand design of my mind. trying to explain this feeling feels easier writing rhymes and these conversations appear to be like poetry

I’ve been gracefully tiptoeing on the edge of falling apart but thanks to our art I remember to breathe at the park after dark to bring me back from the edge. 

My craving for connection seems to never be fed 

Time Wind Forward with color changing leaves from green to red to blow out zen With some friends who are even there when the bowl ends

Tell tales of when life was swell or how it still is but due to more external forces were forced upon more choices then we thought we had to make a rush to whatever we’re chasing before it’s too late

Hide behind my mask and walls to keep me safe, you know same old same old same mistake

But I forget about it all at the daybreak in your eyes discover something new through you from the vibrations I hear in my mind and feel through my bones

Steer clear of awkward silence and avoid the daggers from under my eyelids because I aim to Pierce your soul 

Learn from those wise words to make me whole be bold for I am not made of gold but truth be told no matter how cold or harsh the topic I just wanna hear you talk and never stop it 

Absorb the information like bob the sponge I swear there’s a philosophy behind your tongue or I’m infatuated with you or your subject

Sorry to interject I just get so passionate when I’m charged by the sparks in the air to be fair I want you to interject to and bring electricity to the whole room

Then maybe I can powers some feelings but I’m more like my phone then I’d like to admit because my charge is always depleting