Time stops when your losing sun.
The days always shorter than the night.
You can hear the hands pushing against the present like children on the 25th, inside a little gift hits the box like tick... tock.
That sound stretches slowly to hide the silence.
A reassurance that your reality is what it is.
A minute takes a minute, a week feels infinite, a month feels like twelve,  you've lost yourself in a year.
Time stops when your losing sun.
A storm can last four seasons.
Darkness can make you feel like an ant.
An ant in a storm. hmmm.
An environment where a drop of water can drown you, trap you in a gravitational orb with practically no way out.
If air could be happiness your drowning.
Your view is getting darker as it all fades to black.
your last gasp in vain as reality fills your lungs.
Then darkness.
Your sun has set.
The light is gone.
Time.... stops.

She can't understand why I've always kept my defenses high.
Angered at the notion that her walls have been broken in every way.
You see, physical attraction goes so far,
and while metal connections tug our hearts,
roadways to our souls are filled with potholes they don't share the same lanes they're filled with detours from paths closed off.
She rushes to me like waters only to be greeted by a **** out of frustration.
"Why can't you get the message.. I don't want to have to answer questions
Its not my intention to leave you guessing its just that insecurities won't let me relieve this tension and,
why would I even mention whats beyond comprehension you think its simple to let you into my temple?"
I could paint.. murals to show what I've been through but regardless of the window you still wouldn't see through the pain...
Meanwhile I'm stuck looking at past chapters of my life to torn to turn a new page.
There's nothing to gain from omission, but there's more to lose with each word I mention.