When 2 faces are carved and sculpted to match and align at every crease
the tips of your noses will settle

You are hesitant to look at what you created
But you crave for the stunning view

You are so vulnerable
Not a breath slips through
And when your eyes meet
Every thought departs the reaches of your rootless head

Your perception is devoured by sweet brown eyes that stretch to remember where your skin wrinkles
Every unnoticed portion

Now you're as blank as paper
Captured by something too quaint for further worded confusion

You wish to paint every feature on your blank canvas
While time has ceased

*Isn't it lovely?

Mom "Don't go outside it's raining"
Our great thinkers used to go out in the rain
Why must I be contained during such a spectacle?
What has changed? Let's see...
Mom " You'll get sick"
So our faucet dispenses a fluid purer than what freely falls from the clouds?
What leaks through our ceiling isn't just a sign to fix our roof
Maybe it's trying to drip back into our lives
How do I know the rain doesn't miss me?
What if the rain longs to sweep down my skin?
I won't know
Because "common sense" is overshadowing any piece, any connection we have to becoming a TRUE BEING
alive
Mom "Don't go outside its raining"
Child "Okay"
*I miss you too rain

I am tattered and worn through
I am tangled and distracted
All of my strings have become loose
My body is a knit jacket

Hang me on rusty metal hooks
I'm filling in your hollow shelves
Replacing every antique book
But he only cares for himself

I can't sustain my perfect shape
Because you kindle a fire
I'm a candle, melting away
And all I ever feel is tired

But everytime you hold me
My sleeves intertwine with pale skin
My thoughts are slowly unfolding
Now I'm ready to let you in

I'm trying to keep myself light but when your already unsteady it's easy to become heavy
Easy to let the ideas get out of hand the ones that no one understands
Fluent in the language of a deep depression
Wanting something you don't deserve
I guess it hurts for what it's worth

My eyes unlatch and hollow bones come to life
Gravity presses me under
Carving my own space into this world
I wish it were that easy
I wish i could understand why a hellish sphere of flames drives people to insanity
Makes my skin glow, riveting down my spine to the intangible corners of my morality
Back to an eternal loneliness, just me and my silhouette
All my worries in harmony with reality
Lost at mind and found in thoughts
And forgotten in a grassy paradise where the only touch is thoughts left by others
buried and grown nipping at my legs
Yet this a serendipity  
A serendipity to have something holding me back
Tearing the skin off my pale hands
Tangling my chances until they find me
Maybe another day

Agony of breathless screams

Agony of sweet release onto empty pages that can't carry the feeling

Agony of pushing away those you once believed in

Agony of melting into your smallest purest thoughts

Agony of a broken smile and a tameless temper

Agony from loss of words

Agony of breaking hopeless boundaries only to have your soul be tampered with

Agony of caving into your worn out lungs

Agony of breathless screams*

Agony of wasting every second for liars who are incapable of loving you

Agony of shattering clear views for something real

Agony of swaying to the drift of the wind in a brutal realization that it won't take you away

Agony of arriving to a house but not a home

Agony of slowly piecing yourself back together instead of sleeping

Agony of quiet abandonment

She awakens

What if there isn't such thing as God? That all this time we've been living a lie
Believing in something up in the sky
That some sort of guy helps us decide
What life we'll have when we die
What's right or wrong in his eyes
and not mine?
That if you close your eyes and pray in your mind
Everything will be fine
As long as you follow the rules that apply?
It's ridiculous to believe!
But when it holds your future you're bound to be deceived
What if there's no such thing as God?