My  next  door  neighbor
as  just  died.
I  knew  he  was  dying.
But  it  still  came  as  a  big  shock.
I  was  just  thinking.
Life  is  so  fragile.
You  can  be  snuffed  out
at  any  given  moment.
R.I.P.  Norman.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016

A  beautiful  laburnum  tree
as  just  come  into  flower
outside  my  window.
Drooping  clusters  of
yellow  flowers.
Hanging  down  like  jewels
on  a  chain.
Truly  beautiful.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Your love runs through my veins,
For you I'm feening.
Your the only one
that I'm breathing for.
Your eyes pierce through my soul
I would go to hell and back for you
This is us
We could be
You and me

Obsession takes hold of my mind
Never know what you'll find
If you would be so kind
Make sure to leave it behind
Nobody wants to live in chains
But just being free what will I gain?
Never walk this road alone
Promise me you will always stay
I give myself away
Or whatever is left of me
Don't want to go
back to that cold place
But what I would do for one last taste
Just one more time I'll always chase
Will I ever be whole again?
I'm not much good to anyone since
That first time I felt the drug hit
The best choice now is probably to
Make it end

You ask me why im so quiet,
maybe its from the hours spent at
home trying to get my opinions heard
under a shaking voice only to be yelled at
and told I am wrong.

When you wonder why we never hang out
or why I don't tell you anything too personal
don't take it personally, I've seen enough to know
that people you care about don't stay around
forever, people die and friends leave you.

And when people are shocked that I've never
been in love they don't know the hours I've
spent healing the wounds of friends with
broken hearts and reassuring my cousin
that she is in fact loved.

You don't know what it takes to drag myself
out of bed in the morning or how I take a 4 hour nap after
school because school drains the life out
of me.

You don't feel the constant fear
of public speaking, of even talking to a
teacher makes me tremble inside.

You don't know because I don't let
you know know, because I can't,
because letting you know means letting myself
be vulnerable to even more pain and stress.

You won't know because I've been open before,
and I've been hurt.