It’s the sun in the sky
The rain on your face
The love in your heart there is no mistake
It’s the wind in the air
Where the sand meets the shore
It’s the sound of your voice that I truly adore
It’s the moon at night
A feeling so free
It’s when you catch me staring at you
It’s when I catch you staring at me

My heart was found inside this sunken chest in the midst of this burnt down town

Where windows were smashed and doors kicked in. there’s no verbiage that could describe this noun

I have fled from homes where the sun would rise and make my way back from where the sun would set

Searching for a niche in this constant glitch with no codes or terms to be met

Within my dreams I can see a star as bright as a summer day. Making its way through this tarnished town with only positive things to say

“There’s hardly any life in the soil beneath the ash, trust me I’ve been looking for years.”

She grabbed my hand, helped me to my feet and told me to wipe away the tears

Where the rubble stood tall she plucked a flower and began to sing a song

Words so soft and as clear as day I knew she could have never been wrong

She said
“Grow only in a way you know.”

Now I could finally see

Where the rubble once lied she grew a forest, a sea as green as could be

She’s the blackness in the sky that sits above the clouds
Somewhere between moonlight and midnight with an undefined sound
A pitch with a whistling ring, wakeful to the ears of all men
We cattle in line like constellations for the chance to speak to her again

Ten months lost in my own thoughts
three hundred and one days and my mind continues to rot  
how long will it be until I loose myself?
how long will it take me to figure out I've changed?
stay locked away and ill keep myself encaged
maybe its for the best that I condemn myself in this place, a place full of bad mistakes that cant be erased
I see you in my sleep every night
lost in my head these dreams are all I have
Erase Me

She skipped the carotid artery and went straight for the heart
****** it dry and left me empty.

S c a t t e r e d and homesick
for a home that doesn't exist.
It smells like lunch and trees.
Like bookshelves and coffee.
Like laughter and honey.
I long for a home
and that is it.

Barefoot and slowly
Still in my satin sleepwear
I’m caught in a trance