It's amazing,
how so many words,
go unspoken each day.

Time spent staring at colors,
nothing being said,
no one connecting.

The traditional voice has passed,
for a screen with 1s and 0s.

But some find their voice,
in this new place,
yet they don't put it on paper,
which leaves them silent as well,
in the world around them.

The beauty of harmonies,
can rarely be heard now,
when the silence is so loud,
and heavy it feels crushing.

The songs of man and woman,
are hard for me to find,
because I've forgotten,
what my own melody sounds like.

Clicks and scratches,
that's the sound of my voice.

The clicks that go late into night,
create worlds to explore,
and help store my thoughts.

The scratches create works of art,
from the carefully crafted message,
to the large murals of my life.

My voice is no longer needed,
for I have found a new one,
but then I realized that,
I never used the first one anyway.

I  have dreams and hope,

my life will never go anywhere.

I've met amazing people that are my friends,


I have no friends because they all ignore me.

I'm happy where I am now and the things I can do,


I am an outsider that has no place here.

Only when I am not or do not have,
I begin to see the gaps in my story.

In a land of only rocks and water,
A boy is searching or answers.
He wants to learn to trust,
to learn how to stop drawing lines,
to learn how to be happy.
Right now the boy is alone,
but soon his burden will lighten,
with a new friend.

But the boy wants to forget,
all of that for a moment.
He looks up to see the water,
the islands of rock,
the open sea in the distance.
He sees the sky,
mixed with pink and blue,
and on the other side,
clouds rolling in for the night.

Time has slowed down,
the boy is in his own world,
one filled with words to write,
but none that he can speak.

The leaves have all fallen,
the wind bites at your face,
whispering that the seasons are changing.

The snu will begin to fall,
and when it does,
the days will be filled with,
icy gloves and wet carpets.

Everyone loves the snu,
and when it leaves,
people are left cold,
and searching for warmth.

Each day with the snu,
can feel like an eternity,
to those who want it the most,
to bring happy days to them.

Because when winter comes,
the sun falls.

It's that time of year again,
the time we all know is coming,
and start thinking about the weather changes,
to frosty mornings and amber trees.

After a day of feasting,
avoiding questions from nosy relatives,
the nipping wind sends a chilling reminder,
that the time is almost here.

It's the night before,
everyone's eaten and
we rush off to bed,
but some can't sleep,
and stay up late into the night,
trying to find a hint of what's coming.

Then the next day comes,
where everyone wakes up,
and rushes down.

They shovel down their breakfast,
and check their bags to make sure they have everything,
then it's time for the surprise.

The surprise everyone has been waiting for,
everyone anxiously waiting,
with an eerie silence that hangs like a dense fog,
only broken by the sounds of paper being flipped around.

Some go through it quickly,
while others take their time.
When they finish,
there are shouts of joy and happiness.

And once it's all over,
everyone sleeps and relaxes.

The time has past,
until the end of the next semester.

There are two women who have impacted my life,
the one who saved me,
and the one who ****** me.

The first,
always shone like the sun,
whether it was a brilliant, inspiring light,
or a soft warming, comforting light.
She is truly radiant.
She came to my aid,
not to try and guide me,
but to illuminate my own path that I would design.
As winter approaches, she fades from me,
but still appears everyday.
And I know that,
when summer comes around,
she'll shine even brighter.

The second,
****** me from the moment her and I met.
she sewed seeds in my mind that would grow,
and they would push me towards here.
She's the gardner,
who sows the seeds of curiosity, knowledge and love.
Sometimes I think,
she doesn't realize the impact she has on people.
For me, she planted seeds that would intertwine with hers
and grow close to each other.
But that's all they've done,
yes their stems support each other's,
but one wants to change things,
from just a supporting of each other,
to a caring that goes beyond the surface.
But alas,
I have been ****** to this purgatory,
by these cursed seeds that have rooted themselves in my mind,
during their hibernation in the winter.

So that's it,
the sun and the gardner.