For a moment so quick,
As I passed between the
Shimmer of silky moon
Cutting through the trees
Huddled above,

I felt my heart beat again,
And a wave of fresh blood,
Lively blood that remembered
How to live and how to move
And what it meant to coarse through veins
Flooded my being,

And at the moment in between this moment
That I glimpsed at the warmth of my skin
The shrill winter whisper
Shuffled back in
And told my heart to stop
And reminded it that beating means living
And with living comes death,
And that I have died too many times
To let it beat anymore.

What is good
When everything that seems so right
Feels like it's anything but?

I keep telling myself
I'm happy,

But I can't stop
Catching myself wishing
For something more than stability.

The day the magic goes away,
The day life dulls and
Your eyes forget to see
Vivid laughs of color
Is the day your childhood is over,

The moment you can no longer feel
Something you've never felt before,
Like a warmth inside your head
Or in your chest
Without some form of drug
Or film or book
That brushes off the dust
From things you thought were forgotten,
This is the moment your childhood ends.

But sometimes,
Like love for the first, first time
All over again,
Your soul remembers how to breath
And gasps for a split moment
The air of young
Before the waves of today
Flood into your chest once more,
Drowning,
Drowning,
Little bubbles dancing upward,

One last ray of sunlight
Peaking through the current's whisper,
Swimming softly enough
Just to graze the tip of your nose
Before the black takes over.

I'm a broken bottle,
And I'm holding all my pieces together
Without any glue.

Forest birds
Sing me to sleep
So I can escape this awful nightmare.

And now, it seems,
I'm only here for the stars
And the moon that I hope
Can defrost my aching heart.