I'm better now.
Beat. Shake. Hands shake.
You okay? Blink. "I'm fine."
(Don't think. It's not a crime
to feel like your skin doesn't fit.)
To not really want to quit
any more. Hands shake. Beat. Blink.
Break. Boots quake.
Blisters pop inside your brain.
You okay? Blink. What?
"Sorry. Just not sleeping well."
(Going through Hell. Can't tell you that.)

I'm fine. Thanks for the sympathy.
(Throw me a line.)

The thing about something being empty,
is that it more often than sometimes it can be used again.
That even when what it was once meant for goes away,
It is given a new purpose

I learned this from opening countless, I can’t believe it’s not butter containers,
Only to actually to say,
**** I can’t believe it’s not butter
in this container, it’s last nights casserole,

Oh, and who could forget those cookie tins,
That I swear to god I have never seen an actual cookie in,
Only sewing needles and thread,

And so from this,
In my mind I concluded,
nothing could ever truly be empty.
There was always something that could fill these empty containers,
and give it a purpose once again
Nothing could ever be empty,
At least not forever.

But,
I never realized that those were somethings and you were someone,
And that when a soul leaves a body, its never coming back,
And nothing is coming to replace it,
It will remain empty,
Forever.

And I suppose that’s why when I saw your empty body laying there,
I could not understand,
How something could be so full,
And then be so empty so quickly,
Where did it all go?

Sitting on the edge of forever
Below awaits eternity
To jump would be quite the endeavor

Perhaps if I were more clever,
I would understand the void inside of me
Sitting on the edge of forever

It does not matter the weather
For here I wait alone, silently listening to the sound of every tree
Below awaits eternity

Leaping to the ground, to my life it would sever
But who knows what I may see
Sitting on the edge of forever

To live and be alive, really is whatever
And if I do not go now, I will never be free
Below awaits eternity

But I must decide soon, if not now then never
Maybe I will go on the count of three,
Sitting on the edge of forever
Below awaits eternity

It came crashing down like a tsunami on the shore of my soul
One second it was quiet and calm
And the next I am swimming helplessly, struggling to stay afloat
Listening closely to the sound of your voice, as if it was a psalm

And did I dare swim into the depths,
Although I knew not what laid below?
Or, did I stay swimming forward, taking shorter breaths,
Waiting to get consumed by its darkness slow

And the distance between us spoke to me
As it became harder to hear your song
Its tempting whispers beckoning me deep into the sea
Its words echoing in my mind like the sound of a gong

Should I have searched for you in the storm, among the debris?
Or is it better that I gave into the distance, allowing it to pull me beneath.

Home is where the heart is
That's what they always say.
I've seen hate and love and to my own dismay
Families broken by the very thing they live for. This

Very idea that builds and binds us to a social contract
Of how we are supposed to feel and act.
For me, I deny their existence until it comes crashing down
Upon my shoulder that I hold so high.

Take for example gravity,
The weakest force known to man
But still it holds planets together.
Then there is love...

Love: the strongest force of attraction known to man.
It holds more mass and meaning than the most dense star,
And drags people in faster than a black hole,
Yet it can't hold people together, I wonder why must that be...

There was an old man of Des Moines,
A little thief stole all his coin;
But he cried, 'little thief,
I will give you much grief!'
That oh so poor man of Des Moines.

The eyes are the window to the soul,
At least that is what I have always been told,
But I was never made aware of the language that they speak
And how their words can make you grow weak
Or how they can freeze the world around them
And keep you in their grasp
Holding you there for what feels like forever
Although I am wise enough to know that nothing ever lasts,

So within them I begin to search, or at least try to understand
How sometimes they can pull me in quickly like a black hole,
Or consume me slowly, just like quicksand
But I still wander innocently through their forest,
And float helplessly in their universe, but they do not want me to see
What they are hiding beyond their stars, or keeping between their trees