find me peace, find me a bit of heaven. create for me a bit of serenity. a small place where no confusion, no unwanted vibration, no radiation enters. a non polluted place where all toxins are written. yet here I am writing on this toxic piece of machinery, with another lying right here on my chest. yet it feels so good. but this I know is slowly decaying my mind, which is why I have been resulting to writing on paper. but it all seems to be anguish on paper. unreadable. the trauma of what my heart feels are gauged into the paper. the paper suffers. the pen scrawling as my hand fights adhd into trying to find the right words, as my mind decides, as the eyes bleed white tears and my mind becoming a solid rock. so much noise. the noise doesnt stop. but it never did. see the noise doesn’t stop. it fights for its life to be heard, because the silent is scarring areas of the world. when silence is reached. thats when we are doomed. though the beauty of it will be mesmirising. it can kill. the mere lack of noise can drive us insane. but when . when your thoughts are in overdrive. when the dictionary in your brain goes into overdrive. it creates itself a hell in verbal, written form/state. and it can be a creation of satan. because he distracts you. he puts the peace out of your heart and causes it to blacken. because we deter ourselves into other things, we plunge ourselves in the darkness, and the evil, and we don’t realise it. we eat this contaminated food, god knows what we are intaking into our mouths, into our souls. we are eating death. and we breathe death. do we know whats in the air? do we know whats in the air? food. not the food you eat. but food for thought. books. rich in knowlege. rich in creativity. rich in peace. pieces of words. which will heal and fill gaps in those cracks which have formed from the damadge. cracks, so thin but so deep, theyve managed to weave through to your cerebellum, a place where only the almight can touch. a place which should be left untouched. just in case. but see we are fed through our eyes, and they transfer messages, and bleed and root back to the core. where decisions are made to what you feed, and if what is fed is wrong then, how will we grow, how ill we grow. dear children how will we grow.