In the morning,
All is too loud
Small groups gathered
All around
Isolated in the crowded folds
Listening to stories told
Unnoticed up against the wall
As I stand alone in the hall

In the morning,
My stomach growls
A hungry tune
As people passs
With plates of food
But I shall not partake
Lactose intolerance
Stands in my wake

In the morning,
People glance my way
Passing by without
Chancing a second
Look my way
They say I seem odd
I doubt they realize I overhead

Because, in the morning,
Though the world continues
It's melancholy turn
And the sun remains in the sky
I am marked as invisible
Not quite meant to fit in
Left to listen in the sly
Hidden in my treacherous skin

You're here, but you're not
Your back to me
A cold spot where you used to sit

You're here, but you're not
A smile on those lips
The ones I used to kiss

You're here, but you're not
Our friends, now just yours
They chose you over me

You're here, but you're not
I speak, but my voice
No longer matters to you

You're here, but you're not
The eyes that were full of love
Now, only hold hate when you behold me

You're here, but you're not
And I'm still standing here
While you're gone

You're in my room
Even when you sit in yours
I sleep in your clothes

You're in my shirt
The one I gave to you
When you were here

You're here, but you're not
Your earrings on my ears
You told me to keep them

To me, you're always right here
But in reality, you are not
Because you're here in my thoughts

You loved me.
I've hurt you.
I'm sorry.

It's all on me.
No one else is wrong.
Let them blame.

Is this enough?

I've cried rivers,
Become a desert.
There's no more life left.

Is this enough?

My friends are gone.
I took them for granted.
I stand alone and empty.

Is this enough?

I slap myself,
When a smile creeps.
I don't deserve it.

Is this enough?

Your needs come first.
Trample on me.
I am your slave.

Is this enough?

I've lost it all-
my tears,
my friends,
my happiness,
my respect,
my humility.

Is this enough?

Will you forgive me?

Listening to a song

Makes my heart pound

Felt kinda lost but

His voice makes me feel found

I was at my limit

Felt like giving in

Had some trouble breathing

Hid in the pain I  was in

Drowned in the dark

But the night..

It blooms, doesn't it?

- Silas

Consonants are the bones
and vowels the breath where wings undress.  
Rooms walking faces on
traced footsteps are the rest CONSCIOIUSNESS asks of me.  

Time is the stream soaking light
into everything.  
Imagination is my brokerage with mood
and relief from talking

and much safter than dreams.