Each smile is a question
Each laugh is a wish
Each conversation a hope
My questions are answered
My wishes fulfilled
My hope persists
But I’m confused, wishing, and wanting

It’s amazing how much I like your hands
When I have never noticed anyone else’s
I have never touched your hands
And they have never touched me
Oh but how I would love for them to
For them to caress me while you gently kiss me
I melt at the thought of your hands
And what they could do to me
They could wipe my tears away
And tickle me to laughter
They could lift my face to hope for the future
And they could lead me where you go
Your hands could comfort and protect
They could bring joy and pleasure
And trust and peace

I think I would rather have had gills than lungs.

To live and breathe under water would be such a ******* blessing.

A place where the icy touch of water smooths over the rough, aching edges of your skin.

A place where your screams dwindle to mere echoes at the distance of a hand-width.

Where sins wash like watercolours in the purple ache of night.

But we are creatures of the land.

Cursed with bipedalism and an unbridled view of the stars.
Naively destined to watch a movie with a happy ending,

When your own life is a car crash,

And hope.

Through this song I am
where my mind was in a panic,
my heart was in a knot,
its drum long gone.
Fateful delirium
like unearthing a grave,
one covered with purposeful seal,
now bonded to chaos.
These pangs are the wind
of a flute, poisoning the lungs.
Heartless pandemonium,
back you go
under lock and key.

Bitter cacophony, a swarm of raucous screeches
scratching against the infinite sides
of the sleeping labyrinth
desperate to be heard, to be known.
Climbing upon one another
using ladders made of lies.
Locust-like in movement
unite and disperse in detestable symphony
lazy and hollow
harrowing torment.
Shut away in a little box
and scattered amongst the open
universe of the ethereal untouched.
Never to be noticed.