There is a forceful wind
... I am its next big meeting.

It sends my household hovering mid air
... I can't be distracted by its design

It's restless doesn't want me to sleep.
... I must match its vigour.

If I am ever just okay, hope you know am far away from where I need to be, which is being happy.
To fall in love with life, is what i choose to do everyday.

Okay is middle ground, for peachy and all the hazy shades of gray.
I move with a bucket of colour if gray i encounter today.
I want to be ready to face joy or hate any day
and always be in position to give some joy away each single day.

And to those that hate me for the stupid smile on my face
Because they think life hands me roses every morning
please note that these particular grapes are not sour.
chosen joy is sweet everyday.
And I challenge you to pick joy every day.

When the stars sparkles, or the sun rises, all i can do is think of you
They say whispers can be careless, but mine simply care for you,
My heart can take a pounding from you, it clearly already beats for you.
I have no wills left in sentences when I speak to you, after so many years without you. I dont promise, I instantly just do things for you.
There are disputes over whether love is blind or not. I dont care, I feel you whether my eyes are closed or not.
But in all seriousness I'm at your mercy because you are my kryptonite. But somehow no one knows you've conquered me because you are my rock too and you have my best interests at heart. and that is why I love you

I am sooooo tired,
exhausted..
My mind needs to be shut down,
my head hurts.
Words want to be said but my prides me wounded, my selfworth is burning low
there is a lump in my throat.
I'm haunted by to evanescent nature of my past joy.
Daunted but how far my seems to be.
Yesterday, last week, last month, last year and today have me in the center, wearing the same things, feeling the same,
worried I'm at my end, but a while older

my life seems to be rejecting me; or maybe I it..
I want to be free to exist but everything seems to come with a cost.
There are critics everywhere
even my thoughts have thoughts objecting to them before i receive them and make certain i don't need them.. So I'm running around in circles not knowing why i never got around to things my mind first thought whiles ago,

my will has become meek
my worth shrunk to camouflage with dust specks
I'm exhausted from playing this part,
misguided by the values of what's recently been made 'right'
distracted completely from the life i want to live.
And i don't have a clue which switch ***** it back to normal,
or which life i will leave for those which have grown accustomed to this timid version of me...
After all people aren't always happy when they say. "...you have changed..."

I have no walls for you to climb,
If you ever come looking i dont want to be hard to find.

I'm a nomad by nature, I dont have time to let things grow
but if you let me know tonight, maybe tomorrow I won't go

I could have met you already,
maybe i've blown my chances.

its just I don't want to be redundant no more.
sitting by my window waiting for you to show.

because its to much to ask to want you to go through hoops to win my love
so don't ask me to stay if you'll let the morning tide take you away.