Gave me the key to your heart
Upon my arrival, you
Slammed the door
In my face.

Drenched
Rainy day
Dark and dreary
Walking and
Wondering about

Magnetism to be created

Come to me now
Find me here
Pull me towards and
Kiss me in the rain

I know it’s cliché
To say “All the world’s a stage”
But truth lies here

To perform our parts
Versatility, adaptation
Assimilation

Roles presented as they may
To be hero or villain
Innocent or conniving
How much one chooses to reveal
To their audience

What secrets will stay hidden
Until a fight to the death

All in all
"All the world's a stage"

There’s something about the way the sun shines through the window
The way that it illuminates, but at the same time casts shadows
What is to be seen and what is to be hidden
The choice is not yours
Completely out of your control
At times
Blindness can be a blessing and
Ignorance can be bliss
Thankful for the shadows
Just as the gleaming sun shining through the window

The sidewalks so inviting
Invincible
Running
Body engulfed in the warmth of the sun
That same sun that makes the choice
To display and to conceal
That same sun that without effort
Lifts spirits of those unaware
Taken for granted
This surface comfort

Nothing can stop the sun from shining
Point it in another direction
Reveal what has been hidden
All along
Enough sense and bravery
To face the darkness
The unwanted secrets of sun
So that they may surface
They may be terrifying
Nothing that you could have ever imagined
Omniscient
Sublime
Truth

A travelling heart
Won’t settle to soon
A travelling heart expects nothing
It loves as it goes
But keeps a safe distance
Fluidity and movement
Allow safety from settlement
From truth and definiteness

When will the heart be ready?
To remain
To accept another
And be still
When enough has been seen
And enough has been done
Who will settle this travelling heart?

Sunken
Sleepy
Party eyes

Wandering
Wavering
Hands

Without direction
Time moves
As we stand still
Planted

Spills and thrills
Last for how long?
How long does this last?

Sight is clearing up
When all should be fogging over
Details illuminated
Strung along for the ride

The trip
Without destination or
Coordination
Runs

Shifting and
Shivering
But understanding and embracing

Your insides are shining

Boys and girls
You haven’t escaped
The confines of
Our small home town

20 years old and still wearing
The band t-shirts you bought
In high school
Ripped jeans, fading fast

Aporias
Unable to progress past
This world you were brought into

Static
In our small town
Lack of worldly knowledge,
Independent thought

Stuck
So much to explore
Experience
Run and leave
Our small home town

So much more
That you could do
If you only left
You would know
How vast this world
Freedom, allowance
Understanding

Escape and learn
More than just
The life
The people
The simplicity of
Our small home town

You like me better when inebriated
You want me; flying high
Lost all sense of inhibitions
But with truth and sobriety
Comes silence and disregard
Misunderstood
Timeless lack of knowing
Always running circles
Around your silly empty head
Searching for some way out
To escape

I think you want to feel
But rather numbing simple accessibility
Trumps all other efforts of freedom
And of chance
To know how
To feel
To understand and to be understood
Flying high, blind in all sublime numbness

Terrified to love what is so painless
To accept as is
Never questioning purpose or potential
It is all lost; flying high

No love to lose
No chance to gain
No mind to cherish
No one else to blame

Silent nights
You think of another
But you end up the fool
No one will answer
Your words
Just flying high

When we used to watch shows
In that deep dark place
Nothing but music
Noise
Alone in a crowd of swinging arms
Kicking legs
Hands around my hips
Hold on
We listen
Booming
Bass passing through
Our bodies
This is youth
This was freedom
Standing
Watching
Hearing everything
We wouldn’t say
We let our music fill
The void

Warm sheets
Cocoon
Encompass

Soft sheets
Between my toes
Tossing
Turning

To settle
Deep breaths
Low sighs
Slowing Heart
Beat

Stretching to
A rising sun
Body creaks
Resettles
Deep breaths
Low sighs
I awake

Decisions need not be made
Consequences need not be considered
Moments were of the essence
Our freedom was all we had

Limitless laughs
Sound adoration
Leaves numb smiles
Permanently pressed
Swollen until the morning
Oozing with serendipitous perspective

When right was just a feeling
And there was no wrong
Never a regret or reconsideration
Second thoughts were
Wasted time

To define an act
To think too much
To let go
To embrace result, and not consider
Effect

Freedom
Blissful ignorance
Laughing and loving
Without restriction
Without worry

Sound sleeps
Story filled mornings

All is right
Free, and fantastical
Momentous
Warm, and comfortable
In all forms, in every
Moment
Let freedom lie

Sealed lips longing to scream
Aching jaw

Sinking stomach and
Rising heart
Still moving without regret

Barely conceiving
This reality
Awaiting
Years of turmoil
Pain
Confusion

Now freedom
But trapped

World of opportunities
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Chance to start
New
Fresh
Real

No doubts
No concerns

No control
Free of all shackles
Free of all obligations
Provided only by that self

You are there
Somewhere
Anticipating the magic
The meeting

Proof that you exist
The concept
The feeling
Proof

Freedom to find

To fly
To begin
To understand what love is
The cherish and be cherished
To never second guessing
To Freedom
To change
To be me
For me
Finally.