turning nothing into something

ride into the horizon
slim curvatures dazing
sliding into nothing
how much life left to live
alone

regardless of my own crippling
discomfort with love
and my body, I
realize its all slipping
to nothing
broadening to the beginning

if I saw me in the forest way
i would kill him
rob him of his mind/that old villain
and leave him there in leaves to decay
far away from the whispers of a
thoughtless monastery

we all do feel its useless
when we give it up
but we spend time on the ground
to get back up
and focus

we

we should never force ourselves
to give it away
but if its really hurting
let the pain slither
beyond the horizon
away into nothing

then come back another day
to urge yourself it bears repeating
the day you feel the air and touch the sky
it wont stop sudden then, that's a corrupting

thought to think
isn't it
we all have holes within ourselves
to get blocked up with trash
we all do lie about
we all are barely surfing
to get wetter
we all are not worthless
at all by ourselves
but together
we are better