Living in the middle of the crowd.
A thin line between love and hate
An island in the open sea.

Shaken and cracked.
Tumbling to persistent waves.
Built walls thick and high.

In a world silent and familiar.
Heaviness left, gravity let go.
Afloat and above it all.

She is the summer sky, on working days.
Always pouring love, sprouting joyful laughter.
There is no drought, smiles on smiles.

Smoking chimneys, colorful fireplaces.
Familiar strangers, radiant smiles.
Isolated gatherings, cheerful carols.
The void between.

Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles.
The cat meows to the pleasant aroma.
Dogs whimper to the frosting cold.
The good encourage potential,
and the worst cannot let things be.

No white knight in shinning armor,
to pay in flesh and blood.
Only the grim reaper, to **** you out.
To stand in your corner; to throw in the towel.

Don't associate with love.
It seeds doubt and turns you inside out.
To stand for it is to stand for nothing.
There is no fate worse than that.

Write and I'll know what you are.
Read everything and you'll know the truth.
Ignore your feelings and be freed from addictions.
Dance naked in the dark and be one with peace.
Look into their eyes, to kindle their flame.