The sun is out.
Big and beautiful.
Through my eyes the sun has gone.
There is only darkness and sorrow.

The sun is bright.
Blue and warm.
Through my eyes I feel cold and lifeless.
There is only darkness and sorrow.

Will I feel the sun once more.
Will I feel the heat and warmth from the sun once more.
Will the sun shine through to me once more.

Has the sun gone forever 😪

the scent of the flame
a type of beauty existing in pain
An aching for the feel of a hand in mine,
as if the whole world felt your tears like rain,
an explosion of human understanding,
existing within a single vein.

I’m supposed to be the glue
I’m supposed to stand strong and tall
I’m supposed to be the bridge between them and them
Whether that be you and her
Or him and him
I’m supposed to be the glue
But maybe the only way for glue to last isn’t from the glue stick
Slowly degrading the glue off
Stays for a while but eventually lets the papers pull away
No, it’s the liquid glue that works
But the glue has to be squeezed out of the bottle before it works
Stays for longer than a long time
Maybe I’m not a glue stick, maybe I’m a glue bottle
I have to be taken out of my bottle to work
I have to be gone to work
I have to not be here to work
To keep everyone together and happy
Or to bring them together
I’m willing to bet you’d all be stuck like glue if I went dripping away.

Nothing is wrong,
But nothing is right.
Nothing hurts,
But sometimes that hurts.
My eyes can’t cry,
But they’re still filled.
My screams can’t get out,
But they’re still there.
I’m running,
But I’m running on empty
And when you’re running on empty
You don’t get anywhere.

We have incredible war doctrines, but no tangible peace doctrine.