Far-off fantasies fly in technicolor skies
Velocity drives a ship to new heights
On the edge of the multiverse nothing
Can be heard of distant voices far off in space

Those who challenge the sun
Will only burn in its glory

listening to songs
drifting on particles
experiencing emotions
as art
to be created
lyrics speaking
of real moments
moving
to be human (sometimes isn't easy)
suddenly it’s raining
or the sun is pouring
up
present in existence
feelings spilling
souls releasing words
in letters
in prose
dare to compose
something sublime
a heartbeat
captured for all time
inspiring truths
your own words
spilling to the page
spilling'
from the cage
released & flying
not to downfall
down
where did they come from &
where will they go?
spilling'
up
letting go
releasing in words

Here we pass
Into the abyss
Not lovers, strangers, or friends
Unbound from selfish ties
Only one
Small inkling of humanity
You are broken again
I free
There is nothing
In the darkness
Only the faint shimmer
Of what once
Would soon be

It was not fun having a close friend named inferiority and an acquaintance called depression.

Have you ever been seated in class and just wondered what if?
What if I just stood up and walked out
What if I threw my desk
What if I shouted and interrupted the teacher
Would it be worth it to just scream?
Alas, we know the answer to this question
We’d be sent down to the office
We’d be yelled at and punished
And so,
We stay seated.