Pouring rain against my skin,
failure's feeling seeps in again.

With every puddle my reflection fades,
with every drop regret remains.

Surely one day the rain will bring,
waves of reason, a sense of freedom.

Day by day,
week by week,
the monotony of life latches onto our bones like a ravage cancer.

We try to create memorable relationships,
we try to understand the complexity of others.
But with each new discovery made,
we begin the process over again.

If time was in front of us able to be captured,
could we truly take hold and mold our lives.
Or would our abusive tendencies render it null
as humanity tends to do.

I'm at the edge of darkness, clouded by my past regrets. If I hold on any longer I risk losing what I love the most.

Being lonely.

When I step over this line, my mind is no longer a prisoner, something I can't control. I'm held captive but captivated by the thoughts that I possess.

Black and white images of the past and present sit on top of vague plateaus that I can barely translate.

I rip at the seams of my withheld aggression. Wondering when it will get the best of my best intentions.