Something is amiss.
Fingers follow down the pages, but nothing reads right.

Wail and pain, silenced by familiarity.
Where is the line that was crossed over?

What hidden laws have been broke?
Those that impose a silent suffrage,
Ceasing manifestations of life.

Who dares curse a tree not to bare its leaves,
A bird to be without wings,
And a heart to be hollow?

Dreams aren't real, right?
They're just figments of a rampant mind
Anxiously piecing together the world that surrounds, right?

Why do I see you at morning noon and night,
Disrupting the schedules of trains in my mind,
You bring forth questions to a heart yet undefined.

I miss you.
That much I know.
At least...
That much
I can admit.

I've been thinking about what love is...
And I've not a clue.

A home, safe from the tides that bash against shores?
Where one may rest a heavy head, without a need for alertness?

Or is it a challenge, one fought with an eager grin?
A back and forth where blades are forged sharper than before?

What of a mix? The two intertwined?
What or why? Oh, what and why?
When a tug beckons the heart
What does it mean?
I've not a clue.

Words fumble from my mouth.
I don’t know what I’m saying.
Just run on sentences for this role that I’m playing.

Lost and without a trace.
I seem to be stuck in the same place,
Running at a faster pace,
As the faltering smile fades from my face.

Where’s my heart?
It feels lost to the panic of the mind.
Slowly but surely, the sands fall,
And I begin to unwind.
Unsure of the direction inside,
And lost among the spiral that precedes the ******...
I wonder if I could pull myself from this riptide.

A tree stands tall in a field of gold.
Porcelain petals drift along the warm winds
And land among the fertile soil below.

Life anew begins.

Some fall too far adrift.
The ground unfamiliar.
The winds without the warmth once felt.

Bloom as you will...
Home still feels so far away.

Every thread, pulled from my core.

I dare not stop eager hands
Who find themselves in need of cloth.

Woven for all,
The un-woven man stands...

Losing all he has.

The drums beat a familiar melody,
And everything sways in rhythm.

It's as if I've been here before,
Cradled by the warmth of a thousand stars.
The flowers are always in bloom,
And even at sunset, the stars sparkle bright.

The hand that holds my heart...
I hope you don't go far,
For you've stolen my everything with that smile of yours.