I fell eternally
When I saw you,
I heard you.

I didn’t know what to think
When I reached out,
And touched you.

I know you’re real.
You’re non-fiction.

I knew you long ago,
But I lost faith
I lost hope.

Forgot all our times
But you stayed here,
Beside me.

Now, although I’m grown,
I’ll never forget again.

I believe in you,
I believe in Fairy Tales,
And love.

I believe-
What took me so long
To see you.

The knife scalps it,
The chaplain advised them to watch and pray,
He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse,
Once or twice this side of death,
He will just do nothing at all.

Slowly wandering,
From near to far.
Slowing not stopping,
We all drift

Moonlight shining.
Sweeping the glade,
Lurking in shadows.
Fleeing the shade.

Wonder and Magic,
Hopes and Dreams,
All filled with splendor,
Crazy as it seems.

In the next minute I will breath forty three times, and I will blink twenty.

In the next hour fifty eight people would have driven by, riding the highway to a place unknown.

In the next day I will awake ready to face the challenges of life and school.

In the next week school will be done and we will taste the sweet dew of complete freedom.

In the next month I will have adventures far and wide, spreading my arms wide to catch the spirit of time.

In the next year I will be older, I will enjoy other things and be much more experienced.

In the next 50 years I will be 65, the world beginning to fade around me and lose the luster it once held for young eyes.

In the next century I will have long since passed, no-one lives forever. The only sign of me will be a windworn grave and stories passed down to children I never had the chance to meet.

In the next thousand years I no longer exist. My name will never pass the lips of any being upon the Earth, all who knew me will be dead and gone, without stories to tell of me I will fade.

In the next hundred years I will finally fade, but in the next hour I will smile.

In the next week I will cry.

In the next year I will live, I will make the most of my time.

I want my words to cheer you and bring you back from any dark shadowy prison that might try to contain you, so that you will always be completely free from chains.

I want my words to raise you from the murky depths at the bottom of a lake, to create a place for you to be hidden from your deepest fears.

I want my words to enforce a sense of self worth in your mind, to support you in all of your ****** trials.

I want my words to sing your praises from the top of every rooftop, to even attempt to express how beautiful you are in my tear-stained eyes.

I want my words to express the darkness of the world, spreading the feeling of sadness to others so they can finally understand the pain you are going through and be there to hold you close when the tears begin to burn your eyes and cut trails down the curve of your cheeks.

I want my words to be able to express the hate of myself, to express the guilt that I have felt since that last day. The guilt for ruining the joyous world you had begun to build up for yourself.

I give my words to tell you that you are the most important thing within this small world I have erected around me, as though it is a ever standing wall.