I feel decompressed and lethargic,
as I continue scrolling through my online soul only to see a kind-hearted person now nostalgic.

Why can't we all feel the same?

Why does the world seem to be aflame?

It's because we all try to accomplish being perfect,
and when we spot "convicts" we don't even detect we inflict neglect.

The thought of unity is fading away as is the hippie way,
a late anniversary bouquet whittling away,
a smoking cigarette left around the ashtray, dying this midsummers day.

Why is this thought so crazy anyway?

The change starts internally,
and can only be finished by an honest community,
one where we can all live with our acquired mental immunity.

Finally, peace sets within our unity.

It was an insignificant date to her.
At least that's what she always said,
even though she'd never tell,
deep inside her heart
it was a little special.
It made her believe there's still hope,
even in the darkest and loneliest place.
She never wished for much,
just for a few gold friends
and a little of the happiness she was pretending to feel.
But tonight,
as she lays awake trying to fall deeply asleep,
and failing like every other night,
she felt a sudden need, and a new wish.
A blurry vision of an untouchable body
and a loving caress.
It was the strongest longing for the warmth
that would unfreeze her ice cold soul.
A longing for a ghost hug
that would light her existence.
Tonight, she closes her eyes,
I close my eyes,
and wish for you to break into my dreams.
You, the blue eyes and the tall figure,
the boy who was hidden,
the boy who remain ageless.
Like a God in the sky,
a sparkling star placed in the distant void,
a pair of wings that make the sun shine.
Please come inside my broken mind
and make the fear go away,
help me feel safe,
in this insignificant special date
which means nothing to me,
or at least that's what I always say.

Tick tock I hear the clock. Sweating and flaming inside the sheets, when will this nightmare become what it truly is, a dream. Not reality.

I can't awaken, not even after my best pinch, as I fall deeper into my fear I quickly realize I'm on stage. Performing for just one in the crowd, finally feeling deep inside the cringe.

Naked and afraid on the inside, appearing confident and sculpted from outside, as if made of clay.

Melting away by the second from the constant flames, liquid drops falling to the floor splashing, and crashing, as we do what seems like play.

****** ambitions always stay, but true love and relationships float away.

I can't hold onto how, or keep fighting this fight. This is just the present situation, and this girls heart won't stay together tonight.

Smashing and crumbling hearts to pieces becoming a normal routine, where the true effect is slid beneath the rug, beneath the feet of where we're *******.

Changing myself, evolving into a new chapter and turning a page.
Tired of this ****, the feeling of rage from being in a locked cage.

I will break free of this war I wage.
I will break free and stop my irrational jeer, finally, I will celebrate the moment with this lady, not the nightmare.

Our souls are extension cords
meandering through the junkyard heap
looking for an outlet.