Yes,
This is real
Right now,
Or is it?
Still
Don't know,
No?
Is it all
Really "Relative?"

Is what
We see,
Merely small pieces
Of waves, Of frequencies...
Chosen by
The system...

To trust it,
Doubt it;
Or, none
Of the above.

It's my radio,
It's yours too...
It belongs to everyone?

We all see
Through
A different lens.

His is winter
As he paints snow-
Theirs is different
Since surviving
The war; Different
Each day.
Hers right now,
Is magical
As the wind blows
And colors
Impose
On her fate
Unknown.

Stations
Changing
Constantly,
In these
Realities.

In my head,
Yours,
It is all in
Our heads.

Could I forgive myself
If an accident were to happen?
Lines dividing right from wrong
Become blurry, overlapping.

On one hand is it really my place to make
The choice you're too weak to make on your own?
Can I break your heart with such ease
Then leave your pieces alone?

On the other hand I feel responsible
For your life, happiness, And well-being
Not adding positivity, we spiral down
It is for your sake I'm fleeing.

I am not running away out of fear
Never attempted a feat so brave
Saying goodbye is the most dreadful thing done yet
Hurt you because pain is what you need to be saved.

Shutting Down:
Don't you dare to dream;
To sleep:
A barricade
Concealed here
In the quietness.

Breaking Walls:
Made of concrete;
To lift:
Them up
Forever.

Maybe never.
Forever
Questioning,
New views
Of how
Each day
Is a gift-
Separating from
The material-state.

Berate, berate, berate...
Oh, how we love
To hate.

Dare to love
What you "think"
You hate.

Slowly I have noticed that
My days are spilling into one.
Colours started fading out
And now my sense of taste is gone.
Painted circles on my eyes,
From endless hours of restless sleep,
I wear them like a war paint,
My battle cry; a sullen weep.
Now it doesn’t hurt as much
As it has done for many years.
Creeping numbness took ahold
Now even death knows not my fears.