I've been having hallucinations
They're like a requiem for those tales
They were left untold
Now I yearn for their demise
I want them to be shouted
Across those three buildings I spent most of my life in
Those enclosed confined cremated layers
Tangled and shattered
I want it to be told
And removed From the memory of those worthless souls
The exposure of the darkness
Blackening as time collapses
I want my weary spirit to thaw out my aching limbs
And each tale to disappear in the haze

Things are getting harder
And I cannot carry on
Burdened with these butterflies
That just won't die.
I am a specimen in a jar
Observed by a curious self.
I flutter to the top, to an airhole,
One delicious gasp,
And then I fall back, waiting
For the strength to rise again.
Forgive me,
I am new to myself and only want release
Perhaps I need to be restrained,
To ever find some peace.

Today,
A little happy peeked around the corner
And waved.
He was shaped like a question mark,
And kept changing colour
For he couldn't quite decide
If blue was appropriately ironic.

I haven't seen a happy for a while,
So I waved back,
And he turned red.
Either blushing, or angry,
A reluctant happy.
Nevertheless,
He made me smile.

a  path
invitation, hesitation
elation, compassion
a truth
intuition led