“Isolated Confusion”
Written by Alana Cheng
Isolated in the conscious decision, with everything else that has come with the precision of knowing when to quit and when to continue walking onward down this empty road of chaotic proportions of what you can still seem to say, as it’s still just so beautiful to say with these sacred lines of anguish and destruction, from everything that has once come from nothing, by choice or not, to let the flow of things go according to plan in this way of letting yourself pay the price of staying silent before letting yourself lead the way to your own conscience of deciding way too hastily to the sanity of knowing when to quit and when to continue walking onward down this path of a confusing light of entanglements of chaos and truth, all bounded by these lines of something that is so unknown to the naked eye in your lovely awakening to something that only bounds me to the chains of something that is so hauntingly vivid go no imagination and to no clarity in this awakening of the dreams that have yet to be made to come true, as I am lost in the moment to the sounds of the deafening silence, until I can finally be able to think straight again in the starlight that is yet to be found in some way to the other side of this upside down sense of confusion.