Its 2:54
My mind is racing
My eyes are fighting so hard to hold back tears
Morbid thoughts
Scary thoughts
Rain into my head
Flooding it,
Drowning the joy

It's 2:57
Getting late
I should go to bed
Why I am so scared of it though
While I long for it
What is wrong with my head?


It's 2:58
Getting goosebumps
Shivering for no apparent reason
My head hurts
My brain hurts
Why can't I sleep?

It's 3:00am
Officially the "devil's hour"
The only devil I see
Is the one messing with my head
Making me mad
Making me sad
Making me just feel plain old bad

Why is this tragic?
"We reap what we sew"
Even if it ended in failure
Did you not see your face glow?
As you held that fabric
And then started to weave....
You made that suit
Not only that, it's cute
That's why you became a Tailor
You must believe in your own sleeve

A 1,000 sailors have nothing against a few well groomed tailors
However a rich man could not last a second in a pile of quick sand
The call to sea is the same as that of a call to a tree
They are both living and dead, Their growth is the giving bread
One serves their master at the bay, the other spends time selling hay
The water is fresh in both cases and both men have seen many faces
A sailor never retires, but a tailor does as such
For when he is no longer a tailor, he considers himself a failure
Yet he continues on, looking for a cause, never taking a pause
Until one day, walking by the shore he sees something so beautiful his eye begin to sore
So he takes his riches, buys a ship, summons a crew, and plans his trip
Heading to nowhere in sight, only to see the beauty so bright
And so the man was once a tailor, he is now a sailor

i drove down this road today
a road that’s tainted with your smile
your laugh
your eyes.
i drove until my eyes were blurry
and my lungs were aching.
even the trees sing your name,
throwing it around on a winter breeze.
you’re everything.
you’re everywhere.

soft breathes and unspoken agreements.
a forbidden call to the stars,
a plea to bring back what once was.