Sometimes,
the wind gets too much,
so we lock our freedom in a bottle,
hoping one day it will grow and break free,
hoping we'll be ready for it.

Sometimes,
freedom binds us,..
chained to the need of maintaining it ..,
we clip our own wings.

At my best,
I'll dance with my shadow,
try to outran it,
hide from the one thing I can't lose
my gloomy companion without a voice.

Its not your words,
Or your silence,
Or how badly you broke my heart that still hurts me..
Its the good times we had,
The time you made me laugh till I cried,
The time you fake cried with me while watching a sad movie,
Those are the moments that haunt me,
Imprinted in my mind,I see them whenever I close my eyes,
And nothing breaks me more.

If I sat really still,unmoving,
would I feel today slipping away?
would I feel its grip on the present slowly loosening and the past hungrily waiting at bay,
patiently ******* on everything that makes today,today.

If I strained my attention past today would I hear tomorrow coming?
Its shadow a saving grace to those who wish to escape today,
hoping to find a better today in tomorrow.

if I gave up on the now,would immobility take me somewhere else?
would refusing to live in today preserve my life for tomorrow?

Set fire to our hearts and minds,
Burn to ash every theory and feeling,
turn a blind eye to mortality and its traits,
Lets see if love overcomes insanity and death.

I would be set on the highest pedestal,
seen and smiled upon by everyone,
but no one would notice when I fall,
I blame no one,
I tend to keep some of my humanity hidden.

I would bleed into my poetry,
drain every ounce until I lie lifeless
but no one would notice the blood,
just the crimson words,
the slur of my handwriting,
but never the intensity of the pain.

I would punish my lungs and scream,
scream until I heave,
until the cry for help becomes more painful than the pain,
but it would all be in vain;
A song listened to,..but never heard.