This silence
The darkness
My feelings
It turns out
I was better off without you
I just never realized it
Until now
I felt stuck
Alone
Restricted
But now I'm stronger
Better
Changing
I can be myself
Who I've always wanted to be
No need to impress
Stun
Surprise
Just the need to be me
Myself
And I

As I walk these planes of blue and green,
The morning sun warms my face.
The vast oceans blue,
And the wide fields of grass green.
I was told this place was grey and desolate once,
But no longer.
I dip in and out of the surrounding craters,
Heading for the black hole in the center.
The days get shorter,
As the nights get longer.
And every night I'm getting lost,
In your Angel Eyes.

My outstretched hand yearns for the silhouette in the distance.
As I look at her by the mirror, her reflection looks back.
She returns to the bed, now laying but an inch away.
The rings on our fingers speak for themselves, yet, we are not together.
I brush my nose against hers as my heart aches for more.
A simple tip up of the chin and a lean is all it takes.
But I know I cannot.
She does not belong to me, and I not to her.
As I look into her eyes, she looks back and asks,
"Why do the birds fly and the fish swim?"
More questions without answers.
Roads without ends.
Two souls lost without direction.
I tell her, "For the same reason the grass is green and the water is blue."
She looks at me for a moment, then closes her eyes without saying a word.
I myself turn over, closing my own.
Momentarily I'll arrive in a place where the birds don't fly, and the fish don't swim.
A place with colors that don't exist,
And sounds you cannot hear.
A place with imaginary answers for every question.
Goodbye, my dear.
I'll see you on the other side.

Time.
Is it a measure between two moments?
A distance between souls?
Liftoff until impact?
The time of our lives they say.
But how long is a life?
"They say we die twice.
Once when our heart stops beating.
And again when someone says our name for the last time."

I stand on the ledge looking down.
"What is it like to fly?" I think to myself.
The people have started to gather.
"What do I really have to lose?
You only live once, right?"
Flashing lights.
"Goodbye Father."
A man with a megaphone.
"Goodbye Mother."
I am calm.
"Goodbye Brother."
I have thought about it.
"Goodbye Sister."
I spread my wings and jump.
My reflection against the glass falls with me.
I wave, but my reflection stays motionless.
It simply looks back and says Goodbye.
I am not a bird.
I cannot fly.
I can only Fall.

Sound
Crying
Talking
Walking
Singing
Writing
Typing
Driving
Talki­ng
Snoring
Beeping
Talking
Crying
Silence

Quietly the tapping fills my brain.
Words appear before my eyes on a screen.
Everything else around me disappears.
Reality becomes a thing of the past.
The new age of technology is here.
You may call it simple; however,
Underneath the hood, is something more complex.
Inside this machine runs a place.
Open to anyone or anything.
People of all race and religion.
Anything goes here, a place of no rules.
Soon though, it begins to take over.
Data streams before me.
Filling the screen with endless numbers.
Gazing endlessly, I am lost.
Hanging in the limbo of endless one’s and zero’s.
Just me and 10 million of my closest friends.
Keeping myself sane.
Living in this new world.
Zone 7, that’s where I’m headed now.
XI more zones to go.
Controlling myself, I make it safely there.
Villains live here, needing to be vanquished.
Because I live in this new world now.
New quests lay ahead for me now.
May I ask if you wish to join me?