Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.

Remember when the sky became purple with passion
And days started drifting to night
With only a quick glance
Between the sun and the moon

Our lives swirled into infinities
And you almost fell in
To that gaping abyss below our fragile hearts
Where we would pour our left overs
When the night told us
That it was over.

(I)
The other side of the page
is filled with a few lies
that are deciphered by the weak
(but who would you be, then)
all I need is some truth
that I can turn into the
first thing that comes to mind
(you would understand, though, wouldn’t you)
I can turn you into a
piece of paper and write your
story for you so that I
can understand exactly how you feel

(II) Float In The Air
it doesn’t take much time to float in the air
watching the ground go further and further from beauty
she would smile and be proud as I would of her
and hopefully she would float in the air with me
so that she too could see the wonder of the ocean
coming in to set the world pure of evil
but then would she frown in disappointment
that it isn’t anything she expected it to be
(or the fact that she never wanted this at all)
but I’ll bounce back into the ocean
that will bring me anywhere it wants to take me

and at the other end of the world
if it would be one hundred miles or one thousand
we would be able to find each other
because the pull of our hearts are just strong enough
to bring us back together(forever)

(III) Final Sip
as I take my final sip of this nectar
I feel refreshed, (still floating), come with me
an interesting chemical reaction of beauty and obsession keeps me flying

but on the other side of the page
could you meet me there to say hello
and perhaps that hello can drift into something more meaningful; something worth remembering
and that will bring me down to the ground
finally
and
I’ll
dry
you
off

whatever you say, d a r l i n g
i'll take it to my mind
keep it there, write it down
whatever you say, d e a r e s t
i value your advice
life and soul falls from your mouth
causually as anything else

what
if
i
tookabreakfromlife
what
if
my
heartturnedblackasice
-but-
i
know
i
won'tbedyingsoon
-so-­
i'll
on-
ly
cursemypellucidmind

Contemplating,
I approached the cache that held my instrument of choice.

I reached for the ****.
It let out a creaking sound as I pulled it out of its solace.

There it is.

The haunting creak still echoes in the depths of my conscience.

"Is this the right thing to do?"
It slipped through my drowning consciousness
and escaped with my breath as I reached for the apparatus.
It was icy cold

and in seconds, I couldn't tell the difference between my own heart and... this object.
It was automatic, my arms rose with robotic precision.

I envied it for a second as it was just following its master's bidding.

I closed my eyes for the last time,
hoping that some divine intervention would stop me from what I was about to do.

But still the act proceeded.

The trigger was pulled.



Words are all that came out.



How lovely a pool of blood would have been that night.

Seattle is like a harp,

    many strings

         many lengths

              many sounds



Each unique to themselves

      but when played together

           create perfect harmony