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Dear whomever may come across this,

It is a cold November night,
I have no idea what tomorrow holds, and honestly I do not want to anymore.
There is nothing that can slow my mind,
Not even the coldest of winds next to a burning fire.

I wish I could tell you that your ship won’t be destroyed,
I am afraid I would be lying if I said it won’t be ruined at times.
There will be nights of torrential waves and lightning that seem like they will never end,
The water will rush over your head and make you drown in your own pain.

You will see all the thoughts and memories that haunt you for the rest of your life,
And you will see the moments and times that you cherish.
You will regret taking them for granted and wish you evaporate into the night sky,
But please my beloved, do not give your life away and wish to die.

This may be a dark open letter, but I hope that this makes you feel a little better,
Because I know how dark this time is, I know the shadows all too well.
There will never be anything that could be worse than this it seems,
But believe me, there’s an even darker place below these tides.

I know the shadows speak to you as if they have control over you,
And maybe they do.
I don’t know why the darkness over,
If only I knew, then maybe I would help you understand.

But I want you to know that even though all may seem gone,
It truly is not.
The world may seem like a maze full of dead ends and torturous nights,
But eventually they will subside and you will know why.

For now, know that the waves will take a while to go back to their normal tide,
And that one day you will open your eyes and see the most beautiful of sights.
I can’t tell you when that will be, and I wish I could.
But for now, I have one thing to say.

Don’t sink.
Endure the weight of the waves and the sand.
Let them make you someone different, but not take away all of you.
Do not sink.
What if I told you that no matter what I do, no matter what I say, my world is full of everything sad as grey.

I remember how it felt when the sun would come, even if it was just for a second, my life felt a little bit true.

But not now, and it won’t be for a while. Many times I have thought about throwing in the towel… just washing myself away in hard liquor and sorrows.

Maybe it isn’t fair, maybe I am just a shadow of who I am supposed to be. Maybe the world isn’t ending, maybe it is just my demons taunting me with these thoughts that aren’t even true.

I wish I could tell you all of the thoughts that come to my mind, I wish that I could say that I believe that everything will be okay.

I wish you could understand my mind and how I have never seen anything more beautiful than darkness on a **** highway at 3 in the morning.

The world is so dark to me, figuratively and literally.

I do not say that lightly, because it would be a cowardly thing to be dishonest about.

I wish I could say that I don’t envy the people who can find joy in almost anything this life has to offer.

Because when you struggle to find joy in the things that usually bring you happiness, you realize just how lonely you are in this void.

It feels like I am in this abyss of shadows and the ethereal way is calling me home but I am restricted by a noose made of chains.

Sounds miserable doesn’t it, I wish you could understand. I truly wish you could.

I wish you could understand as easily as a burning fire burns through even the toughest wood.

-

I view my world like a vinyl album on a record player, constantly spinning for a little and then coming to a stop when the content is finished being played.

The difference is that the album can be replayed and flipped over, but my mind feels impossible to move and restart.

No fire could light up my life anymore, because I have already fallen and hit the cold, stony floor.

I am 50 feet below the surface, looking up at the world with a broken lens. I mean, wouldn’t your sight and beliefs be cracked if you fell that far too?
do you remember
when we first shared a look
dead silence between us
didnt matter so much

we lay on the grass
looking at the stars
it seemed so cliche
but then i thought who the hell cares
My Walk with Wires

I thought I was done,

Crawling away from devilish thoughts,

But they creep back in,

Twisting my brain into knots.

I thought I was done running away,

It was the first rain of May,

The numbness of my words and my love?

Procaine makes the numbness infinite.

I’m walking on thin wires,

My eyes roll,

Why am I not moving?
Is it my excavation of life, or just my flat tires?

What lead to this curse,

My life isn’t found in an expensive purse,

It’s not found in fables,

It’s found in the elegance of what gets worse.

There’s a forest,

It’s whispering your name,
Honestly, it’s screaming about my shame,

Is it my heart, or is it me that’s to blame?

I punch these mirrors,

You stare,

The ideas in my head?

 You made them so unfair.

White flashes,

Blue flashes,

Red flashes,

Broken blood flowing out of these gashes.

Did I fall,

Was it real?

The jagged wires collapsed?

I’m navigating away from these traps…?

I’m awake now,

Only a little bit of pain is here,

What did I dream of?

Was it about March 17th again?

I only need that eternal love,

I didn’t need the so called beauty of a dove,

You scream out,

I call back, but with eternal resentment.

We all need a little more love,

But some of us have to earn it by walking,

Walking on thin wires,

Because it’s a testament of your true heart.
The moments you feel lost
And the moments you feel upset
Are the ones that will bring you joy
In the future that you will set

Then we will look back
At all the hard times and the steuggles
And see that we fought
To be where we are now.
Vandalized,

Raked,

Ripped apart by a melodious gaze.

The cloak of beauty,

Gasping for air for its victims,

Breath is taken for granted.

A curtain,

It hangs over the light,

Beautiful illumination implanted into darkness.

The sounds of happiness,

Covered,

Hidden by a warped reality.

There once was a hole,

Many fell into it,

And most never came back.

There cloaks torn,

Ripped apart by one knife,

A blade of humility and vulnerability.

Who would fall into this,

Why would they want a life full of vanity?

Fake smiles, and empty eyes stare at them so helplessly.

Jagged edges,

Black, and dull pupils
,
The interlocked look is vigilant.

Tattered, 

Abandoned,

The life of volatile beauty and emotion.
What will be the death of me?

Will it be the paralyzing memories of my past,

Maybe it will be the time I gave my heart away,

Or could it be from my self desolating mind?

I fight to survive this thunderous cry,
Time and space harmonize, 

My eyes are sealed together from the clouds,

Knives in the back of my mind pierce like glaring eyes…

The morning light used to illuminate my life,

I used to call this place home,
Questions about true beauty haunt me,

Is life truly this excellent, is it really so desirable?

If my body was put into a box,

And the night sky wrapped me into eternity,

Would the light of day try to creep in,

Would the light try to eradicate this thunderstorm of a life I live?

I have dreams,

I have visions of men and women,
Searching for their dying day,

Looking for the distant light..

Will their ashes blow into the wind like mine?

How will the respects be paid?

I’m still searching for the night,

They still search for a barricaded light.

Harmonicas playing softly in the dusk,

My dear friend sits alone,

He lives his life on a throne of dust,
Will he be there when I’m all alone?

This night,

It wraps around me like a shield,

Do I know what there is out there where I can go?

Will I remember your voice, or your silencing eyes?

These are the daunting questions I ask myself,

I call into the night sky,

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