Makes no sense but bound

Not thinking anymore. Just placing
words where need to be.
Turbulence explodes inside each breath
I make and somehow I still live, why?

The explanation is not my own.
Apparently I have thoughts but
they cannot only be mine

Simple are my ways. Silly
or crazy I may seem. Even that
of cold or silent. The heartless words
explore deep within.

I scream but nothing escapes.
My concepts roam without room. I
continue to bring the colors beside my
soul. The spirit says to remain calm
yet the mind says to have anger.

And still no emotion is expressed.
They are just empty messages on the
wind.  Echoes inside bubbles, dying
slowly.

See here how none makes sense until
explored together. Bound together in
a lifetime.

We will always be friends.
Peas in a pod developed by
searching.

Hello is all my eyes remember to speak.