It's like I'm screaming, and no one can hear.

As I'm suspended above an unrequited sea of tears.

And if the cables are cut, nothing holds me up, and nothing pulls me down.

No choice but to levitate, for I've never been on solid ground.

For even when I'm drowning no one ever seems to be around.

Perhaps it's the strength in love and hope that keeps me afloat.

I've only reached the edge of night, and I shall carry on till each mornings light.

Turning toward the fire in the sky, letting all the shadows fall behind.

Along with the broken words that always seem to find me.

I do not desire a facade to maintain, or a visage marked by adversity that never seems to fade.

So I'll let all my worries fall like rain, because it's only my life that I fall into reign.

As my life takes its course, it's a journey I travel like a dark-horse.

I feel the use of words are important, for they are powerful enough to wound or heal.

They can change the way you think, or simply how you feel.

For every word that is spoken, whether it be in depth or incredibly vague.

Resembles some importance, in the intent for the message they've relayed.

But for the words that go unspoken, the message may still be clear.

For even in the sounds of silence, is still a message you can hear.

I want to thrive and twist and burn with life.

Live passionately curious until i draw my last breath.

knowing with each rotation of the earth, there is potential to evince new magical manifestations.

With an open heart i shall shrewdly descry the universe through perceptive cerulean eyes.

I wish to breath in the secret whispers of the world through crimson lips, slowly exhaling every experience.

Continuously remain enlightened, embracing every intrinsic phenomenon life has to offer.

Reality exists in our minds. What is visible depends on our willingness to alter our perceptions.

Half of living is to seek the truth and believe there is always more than what meets the eye.

Half of living is just letting your thoughts run riot and letting your imagination wreak havoc.

I'm still learning to carry the weight of my own existence

To follow suit in this world I've become adversely resistant.

It's such a hostile place you can become broken in an instance

Blind of vanity I store my eyes in a cardboard box

For all that is essential can only be seen by ones heart.

Everything and everyone that is real cannot visibly be seen without seeing every part.

We are each uniquely a miraculous work of art.

But no matter the form of beauty the world may just tear you apart.

We are all flowers in the winds of fear and temptations.

Humans often lack understanding, kindness and patience.

Though we all have the ability to change the world and achieve greatness.

Most choose to be ungrateful and remain faceless.

Perhaps I've chosen to see past all the greed and hatefulness.

Lost among the stars I am reminded the universe is vastly bigger than all of this.

I am an inimitable and obscure butterfly trapped inside her chrysalis... a caged bird with a yearning desire to feel the wind beneath her wings... I am a recherché flower that instead of being watered and nourished has been plucked and stowed away in a Vase for critiquing but I shall one day grow roots and ground myself were I am meant to be...

She is pure, she is genuine;
her thoughts a spiraling vortex of curiosity and imagination

She believes elation is marveling the majestic qualities in all of life's intrinsic manifestations

Enthralled as the sun dances on the tips of blue sapphires strewn across the earth; she feels small gazing the endless horizon in which the sea meets the sky

She leans against the breeze and in this moment she is weightless soaring as far away as the winds will carry her

As the sun slowly tucks away to slumber, and the air begins to cool fireflies take flight and she is dazzled by the hovering night lights flickering about

Bathing in the moons luminescence  as it cloaks the earth;
She finds serenity beneath the scintillating gemstones hung in the nocturnal sky; seeking its most irradiant solitaire

It is in these sublime moments she is happy, she is free

Nobody knows the the minatory storms that dwell within; or why I remain altruistic continuously reaching for the horizon

The quandaries I've shouldered will never define me; my soul too serene for melancholy to blind me

These eyes still see the stars even through all these tears; my journey has yielded scars but I no longer wallow in fears

Inside me an intrinsic luminous core stowed deep within; never to be darkened never becoming grim

Benevolent I will remain my spirit never to be razed; absolved of all my blunders no allegiance to the pain

Nostalgia crept in like potent medicine unwittingly fickle heart remembers where my roots begin listening to the voice inside me resurgence of who I am

Like a portal the mien Your face exhibits portrays an illustration of your inner expression, egressing onto a flesh canvas; unveiling your thoughts without a single word.