As the midnight air begins to cool
I cannot shut my eyes
Constant these thoughts rage on
Like a World War 2 documentary
Fully equipped with multiple
Atomic explosions
Obliterating every ounce of peace
Necessary to relax this weary mind
Of the daily repetition
That has become the foundation
Of life without a muse
Or a song without a cue
That ranges from dissonant
To poetic
All within the still frame
Of a one hour panoramic
That encapsulates the monotony
And loneliness that flows
On the cool air
Upon the midnight wind

"There is something about the way we talk.
The way we are able to fully and completely understand each other,
The way we finish each others sentences,
The way we are so alike yet so different,
The way we don’t care about each others flaws,
The way time passes to quickly and we don’t even realized until its 2am where you are and you fall asleep messaging me.
Its the way we think, the way we know that this, whatever it is, can’t happen.
But even though you are thousands of miles away there is something in the way you say my name that gives me a glimmer of hope."

Falling truly and madly in love comes at the most unexpected of times.
It hits you hard when you think there is no possibility of anyone ever loving you.
It makes you feel like you are on top of the world and flying over everyone.
It makes you so giddy that you sometimes need to just lay on the floor to calm down.
But falling in love has its side effects.
It makes you question wether the other person feels the same way.
It makes you throw your whole self into the fantasy going through your mind and tunes out the rest of reality.
It keeps you up late at night and wakes you up early in the morning.
But there is no avoiding love.
Love is a tricky thing and no matter how hard you try to not let it take over you entirely, it does and forever will.

"I dont understand what went wrong?
Was it something I did or said?
Because now the chats are getting shorter, the time difference is becoming harder, and the way I see it is there is no where else to go but down.
You think we can fix this?
Or will we forever be lost in the darkness."

Lucid dreaming is the doorway
        to the unconscious.
So dream.
Do not stay closed
        behind cement barricades
        blocking the moon
        from shining.
Live.
Each second is for you.
The tumbling of life
         does not promise
            anything.
In one breath
you can have
        a time table
        handed to you.
A distinct framework
        of how much
        longer you shall be.
Stay in illusion.
Keep in mind
that very little
is worthy of
being screamed about.
Politics
        and
people games
        are not
         the substance
        of existing.
Picture colourful images
         that flutter
          playfully
            across the
           mental horizon.
A traffic light
      will
       blink
red, yellow, green.
A noise
        will dominate
         the shading sky.
These mean nothing.
Moments of distraction
        soon
         gone away.
Focus on fantasy.
Allow yourself
the freedom to
         celebrate
        the essence
        of harmony.
When you die,
       it will be
         your dreams
         that are
          remembered.
Breathe.
It's just
      a bad day,
      not a bad life.

The silence deafens me.
stark alabaster walls stand so vertical and sharp,
a spider's thread dritfs in a cool breeze eminating from a small gap beneath a window.
Dust trickles down through the warm sunlight, frosting all the tables, shelves, and chairs.
Time is forever, the silence is greater.
Surrounding me, engulfing me, smothering me.

-AM