Reach out and touch comfort

Listening to the murmur of this weird insanity. Formulating denials of it's effect... Medicated, peaceful, unstable thoughts of passiveness behind some mask... Paradoxical. Waiting without horizon of expectation.

Anti fog

The mind, the maze.. unknowing daze
The chill, unheal.. a way to feel
Irrational? But yet so real...
Counsciently consenting fear
Unraveling what thoughts combine
When are advices to define
Unraveling what thoughts are true
Defined by his personal clue
There are these judgments from outside
May come from personal incline
And there are some without a clue
Of what he really is or who
From minds that contradicts themselves
From minds that limit below half
But they are not there to make harm
And he respects the honest one
But all of it may not be true
Drawing conclusions will not do
Putting a dot and getting through...
And that's the end, was kinda short
A new beginning will evolve.