Thoughts of springs bursting through the side of the mountains
The patient river flowing past the banks
Full of sticks and rocks and deer prints
Idly waiting in the sun surrounded in the warm rays of sunlight
Walking through the narrow path
The dark is cut through by the golden hazy sunshine.

Your vanilla scented perfume
So sweet and warm
You walking by makes my heart bloom
Your eyes are an icy storm
Conflicting thoughts keep me awake
Darkness seems welcoming
Your tender touch makes my heart ache
Your words are enchanting

i am a skeleton compared to the entity i used to be
the flesh fell off my bones as i tried to disguise myself to be a part of the cookie cutter image of my surroundings
i was just a little bit out of the lines.
my bones sink into the wet grass when it rains,
there is the weight of all the lives i am living pushing on my shoulders
maybe i'll finally end up in my grave,
all i want is to be able to sleep again