Silence.
Emptiness.
Often an unusual thing here, that of silence.
Where as its welcoming, it's also consuming.
Your face, like a neon advertisement on a billboard, flashing messages.
Adornment.
Chastised between the whipping willow tree.
Then and now, through all of time and all of space.
In a very seldom looked upon way, we are all time travelers.
Destined forth between black holes and brilliant supernovas.
Sprinkled dose of fairie dust upon the imagination of a child.
Shame as we grow older we lose sight of that which imagination thrives.
A collective innocence of a generation.
A first kiss, a scraped knee.
How you felt one summer night long ago, while a storm rolled in and your favorite person in the whole universe pulled you close and kissed you as the sky broke.
Unleashing a powerful rainstorm, but you stood there.
Braced against the elements within love.
Maybe the answer to life isn't who your forever love will be, but how many little moments can you remember that are entirely worth remembering?

Suffocating
You feel defeated by your own thoughts
taken control of
everything in your mind
has just become dominating over you
your storybook has been opened
leaving you to feel exposed
all of your worst emotions are hitting all at once
you're numb inside
but you've been set aflame on the out
you can't feel mentally
but physically you can feel
the flames licking at your body
taunting you
torturing you
until they engulf you completely
leaving behind the ashes of your former self

Let’s create red raindrops
with your words and my hands
the perfect storm will hit
dark clouds will form
soon it’ll begin to pour
it will flood from inside this room
until we’re drowning in the scarlet river with no escape
and just as you see your end
a light will appear inside the tunnel signifying your beginning