the sun burns everything it touches
or at least that is what they say
and if that is true
and if I believe that
then maybe you were my sun
no matter how much you hurt me
I still held onto you like you wouldn’t rise again tomorrow
and even though you hurt me
you also made me grow
like a plant I soaked up your energy and we became one
but now it is night and you have gone
and like a planet I have shriveled into nothingness with the lack of you
and I cant wait till morning so you’ll be back again

Only in the stillness of earth's untouched moments can you hear what calls,
A deep stirring,
A restless wild in the wind,
It whispers things of untamable beauty,
The fluidity of infinitum elegantly intertwined with every breath,
Within the depths of softly burning eyes it is written,
As it's echo traces the horizons edge it calls,

" f r e e d o m "