A straight line delivers the illusion of control – the delusion manifested order could ever be kept in tow,
                                                                      or manipulated reasoning
                                                              could ever take seed and grow
                                                           against the natural ebb and flow.  
If each our mind a garden, work to see it bloom
full of luscious fruit capable of sweetening even the dankest, darkest glooms.
            Savor that sweet, succulent juice as it drips from your lips and cascades
        down
             your
                  chin
To break from the mold, let go of control. To break from the mold, let go of control.

The magnolia was slowly turning to leaf.
Wide high heather hedged
around the cottage.
I suppress a cough
As the green man beeps for no cars.

Oh my light meets with the rain
Ill-favoured sin is never tamed
Bearing a stigma hand picked by pain
The absence of oxygen can't abstain
An isolated world falls from the sky
I burn in his flame aching to fly
Merged in moments to the end of life
Scorching instants until we die
We evolve only to petrify
Shattering fragments that burst and illuminate the sky
Predestined to reunify
Serendipity is bound to a star
Wandering and straying close but yet so far

We feel lost
Because we aren't confident in our
Our aspirations

i recognize
this place,
it reminds me
of how
our love story
began
and ends

i see you
behind my eyes

i taste you
in between my teeth

but i can't feel you
beneath my fingers

because this is just a dream