Lost in Crazy..

It is kind of denerving to think of the coincequence of our nature Vs. nurture. I've never really had an appeal for neither. Attribute it to my ego and/or the roots I've stemmed from but I look at it this way; Nature: Suggests that whatever makes me is stamped within me, a preordained fate that I cannot escape and I could never accept. I could never accept that whatever makes us up is so effortlessly obtained, so randomly "given". How it is a matter of a pre-set damn lucky  -or unlucky- genetics. How there is this blood running within us that can never evaporate out of our veins. And the worst part is having to owe it for those who "gave" me it, when we've long ago settled our debts. As for nurture. . Well here where it gets tricky; Nurture verb 1. care for and protect (someone or something) while they are growing. But is that what really happens to us? Are we ever really "nurtured" for the sake of our own nurture alone? And to not f

Back to the days before the emotional exposure, emotional abuse and bureaucracy. Before the cat killed the dog, and the cheese ran after the mice. The days when our monsters were hidden, our chests were heavy, but our dreams were never clearer..

If I could turn you into sunshine, and absorb every wavelength possible. If I could make you into air, to inhale your every particle. But my lungs are heavy, and my skin is dry. My bones are brittle, and my flesh is wasted. But I'd still weave it all into you and hope that I'd be able to unwind myself without it left tangled around your spine. Forgetting the spineless back you taint with your lucid dreams.