Forever patient
In and out
Like the breathe of the ocean
On a winters day
Creating an artistic scene
Though perhaps one from a horror

Perhaps like the scenic sunset
Lurking behind the cloud
Stealthily hiding itself
From gaze of passers by
Lost in the endless cycle of
Day and Night
Life and Death
Enduringly present

Tormented eternally by the inner monsters
Never rid of the voices
Perhaps, one can never truly be afraid of the external entities
Perpetually cognizant of the inescapable company within
And yet...

And yet never in control
Unquestionably
Bit by bit taking over
Never surpassable
Never suppressible
Never surmountable
Constantly, patiently
Eternally Yours

It's like I'm bleeding into no where but it does not stop
I imagine myself gazing at the blood
It's beautiful in its depth - it is more than a crimson river - it's like a hundred Sakura bushes in full bloom
Perhaps this maroon-colored stream is my way of enacting wth the environment

It's like I'm screaming out loud and no one hears
I cannot even hear myself
I try and yet, before I try too hard,
My voice fails
Better to fail at something while not trying than to fail at something wholeheartedly

It's like I'm falling without ever reaching the ground
I feel as if I fell so long ago,
That time was difficult but this is excruciating...
Empty, nothing
I cannot even feel myself
I would rather be back there than here
I would describe it as a void
It is foreign and familiar
Neither here now there
And yet, perhaps, it is mine

I walk through the forest
And see the stars
They light the way forward and
They show the way back

I walk through the forest
And see the trees
They cloud the way forward
Obstacles for the future

I walk through the forest
And see the moon
She guards the night sky eternally
Bathing the ground dutifully

I walk through the forest
And see the insects
Isolated in their world
Not knowing the beauty which lies beneath their wings

I walk through the forest
Seeking solitude
Expecting loneliness
Finding myself...

They stand tall and beautiful
As if stuck in a dancing posture
Fluid in their stillness
They reach up toward their sun
Almost as if missing a second foot - slanted

They reach for each other too
Intertwined over the street
Like lovers on either side of a train platform
They attempt the crossover as it were
But they will never be in contact - for the road has separated them
It is cruel to see ones hopes every day and to not be able to hold on to them

Perhaps they would rather look elsewhere
Through the green branches they sneak an image to collect to their collage of memory
The trees stand tall never showing the inner turmoil
For they know it would bring the other pain
I watch them and learn
They see me for me
For I cannot hide myself
Lest behind another Tree

And so I fell
I remember it rather perfectly
I was sitting on the edge of the well
Minding my own business
I think I had lost my footing
Although I was sitting so I do not know how that is possible

The process does not make sense
What I do know is this: I fell
The well was poorly lit and I saw not how to stop the plight
Naturally I reached for something
and I found something hard
- softer than rock but harder than a stem
I grabbed it
That did two things: I swung toward a wall and I did stop - momentarily
Even being temporarily arrested, it made me feel safe
Unfortunately it was short lived for I did fall again as the object I held severed its' bonds

I fell again
It felt long - longer than I thought it would but eventually, I was dropped onto the bottom
It was a watery-sludge
This was an old well - one not used for it had dried up years ago
Yet here it stood: damp
In this abandoned marshy pit I stood
It was friendly even in darkness
Perhaps I knew this place was here all along
You see, I had fallen here before
This place was mine
A forgotten sanctuary