Having a heart
Can sometimes
be...
A anchor
And you just can't escape

Without the joy of
Depression.
You can't find
Happiness.

A thought can be like
Being burned
At the stake

Sometimes I dream
But sometimes it's dark
Either colours
Or sensory deprevation
Those are my nights

See you in my dreams tonight
for the stars only align in the dark

When I said I was alive
It didn't mean I was fine
It didn't mean I wasn't hurting
It just meant I've left my shell intact

Even if the moon shall stop
and the waves shatter in their lonely dance
I will be there at the tide
Waiting for the salt in the air to stand still over the desert sand
to tell me stories of lost lands