Diving into the depths of the mystic ocean. The cold starts to seep in and yet you feel warm. You are warmed by the currents and the electricity running though your body. You feel like a part of nature a part that you felt has been missing for too long. Underwater you find the clarity of life, you are immersed in life. It's surreal, the type of things people write about and the things you never thought you would experience. You see life and death with each blink. Thoughts race though your head like the fish avoiding your bubbles. You feel connected to yourself and disconnected from the distractions of the world. You begin to know fear when your under.

There are different things people fall in love with. Like a person or the rain or the aspect of love itself. I've never been in love but I fall for it. Like when you watch fireflies in the country. Bright flashes of perfection. Fleeting, yet they trick your eyes for a few milliseconds making the flash burn your mind for a few more moments. When it's really late they aren't dancing in the grass anymore, they move to the trees where you will never be able to reach them. But why do they go that high? They must live in the trees right ? Or are they just lost stars finally making their way back up to join the heavens? I watch them and fall in love with each flash.  I watch them and wish I was able to capture a heart like they do.

My eyes burn
My mind's a mess
I'm tired
I'm cold
I feel alone
All alone ...
Hello!
Hello?
Why is my only answer the rain ?
As it flows down my window pain.
What are you offering Rain?
A setting for my sorrow?
Or a solvent to dissolve my problems?
Answer me give me more please !
Rain drop
Dropping
Drops...
Let me know I'm not alone .

the end of the world isn't ending like it ended for the dinosaurs.
not ending from a comet or massive global warming
but hate and the demons from hell pulling at the ankles of innocence.
we think its something environmental or ecological
but is the human soul organic?
has hate become an easy action and violence an easy reaction?
when we destroy ourselves with bombs , poison and words
what will the future generations think
when text books share horror stories
and the final lesson is you can be the end.

I remember when I flew.

The freshly cut grass glued its self to my bare feet, the blades wanted to fly too.
I took off.

A powerful start, rocketed off the damp visage of Mother Earth.
She had great power, gravity, is what they called it.
They said more than kryptonite was needed to stop it.
Gravity, only defeated by breaking the laws of Newton.
I didn't want to break any laws (jail would not be fitting for this hero who needed to be back in time for lunch).

But I kept going, if birds can fly ( and knowing they have much smaller brains ) then I could figure out how too.
I kept going, until my toes kissed the leaves of the oak tree.
Each time I touched the tree time would freeze.
In that moment I watched the wisps of hair flow back and the shadows cross my face.

Soon I was over the trees, doing backflips and summersaults in the air.
I was floating on my back.
The sun warming my face.
The harmonic hum of far off lawnmowers singing in the distance.
I arched my back further and further ready for another backflip.

On my back looking up.
What happened?
I blinked.
A permanent scar on the hero's back.
Sit up.
WHAM
It hit me, the loss of flight, the loss of that reality
and the reintroduction of the other.
It was all gone Mother Nature won again.
A life long battle.
But I'll try to never forget,
I flew

You were my doctor when I was sick.
You told me everything will be ok.
You gave me kisses to make the pain go away.
You gave me comfort only a mother can supply.
You made me better.

My turn,

I want to make you feel better.
I tell you things will be ok.
I'll give you a kiss to make the pain go away.
I will give you comfort only a daughter can supply.
I will make you feel better.

At the bottom you lay.
Not broken,
but old.
You've been moved around so many times.
You cannot count the cold hands that have touched you.
But they don't need you.
For those who don't know, You're Junk
For those that do, Understand.
The places you have been,
The passages you have unlocked,
The darkness that has taken over most of your life.
Forever underappreciated  yet still there,
when they need you.
Sometimes they don't understand.
One day they will come back,
They will want to remember the past
They can't unlock their future without it.