isn't it strange how the human brain
causes you to feel emotions
you cannot explain?
what do you call the feeling you're overcome with as a scent from the past tickles the inside of your nose?
feeling a sense of eruption when those hands you've longed to caress finally slide to the nape of your back, when those lips you've studied for so long finally collide onto yours.
these feelings are much too strong to be considered simple emotions,
these feelings can build a new beginning to your life's foundation,
or
they can crumble the dream into sharps of glass that cut deep into your core, what is this feeling?
I crave to acknowledge and correct societies overuse of claiming and calling our emotions.
These feelings are much too strong to be considered
normal.

When her words fade into the echoes,
The whispers of night take their place,
They gossip with tongues made of shadows,
And snarling they spit at my face.

When her smile has escaped from my sight,
The wheels of my iron heart slow,
I lose faith in the promise of light,
And reject every reason I know.

When her hand has dropped back to her side,
And ended its too-swift goodbye,
My wish and my choice must divide,
I won't be with her 'til morn's sleepy eyes.

I sit in solitude on this overcast day of gray and sun enjoying some tea.
Reflecting on my life whether in darkness or luminous light.
.
Sun sneaking a peek from behind the clouds when they break.
Leaving me wondering if raindrops will fall from the sky this day.

Haze appearing as the sun strikes the moist grass.

The fog of my brain holding me back in darkness as I reach for the light.
Peeking in from the darkness of my mind, searching.

Leaving me wondering if what I see, is anywhere close to reality.

Kunne jeg bare formidle mine tanker der myldrer som myrer ned på papir så du kunne se mit rod og mine ord ville du måske elske mig. Jeg er bange for at miste alt og alle men især dig når klokken tikker mod morgenstunden og jeg ikke har lukket et øje. Tankerne sværmer som fluer på en alt for varm sommerdag mens jeg skøjter hen over billeder og snubler over dig. Mine tanker går med at tænke på dig men du tanker aldrig bilen så jeg lader dig går over isen i håb om at du falder over ordene jeg elsker dig.