Glitch

When things goes wrong

And the the fault is ourselves

Something we did oversee

The blue mind triumphed

Over whatever you once

Thought was the right thing to do

The free will comes from the

Deep underground

Sources with limited access

Strange forces in play

Distorting our vision

Returning all our efforts

With no rewards

The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”

Dreamscapes

All those dreams

What is inside

My shattered mind

Lost both focus and

Concentration

Directed my lose ends

As well as I could

But got blocked in the end

Having all this time and still

Not being able to do anything

Because all these anxiety filled

My consciousness completely

This paradox being in and out of

Control created a fake identity

I am still trying to understand

What I am feeling and if I am

Feeling

Realising the importance of being

Authentic and how difficult it is

To be authentic

Just one of many paradoxes

That will never solve any problem

At all

Submitting Myself

Calm and imbalance

Keeping the balance

Means losing my self

But living in peace

Following her every whim

Keeping her comfort

While slowly losing my will

Like a spiders web surrounding me

Suffocating everything around her

Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy

Letter From a Codependent Madmanæ

I just don’t know

I just can’t tell

The difference

Living with someone

That makes you lose

Your mind in the deep blue dawn consciousness

A Saturday afternoon in January

Slowly losing your consciousness, your clothes,

Your things, your money and eventually your life

Fighting and losing all the time

Finally you see this as

Interpretations of reality

Am I mentally ill or

In a situation where I lost perception of reality

My ability to say no, to feel

And know what I feel

All that stress makes me crazy

But is it in me or around me

Where do I end and she starts?

Everyday I have to do this, this and this

Because she is so stressed reading the newspaper in sofa for a far to long time

She is not able to deal with everyday life of cleaning, making food, planing

It is all so stressful for her so it all have to wait until the very last moment

While we around her cover up

Codependent is a good word

Codependent of what?