The room full of noise and chatter,
The meaningless conversations full the ambience.
The beating of my heart becomes heavy, so full, taking over. The. Sounds. Crippling my vision.

As the rhythm speeds, my face remaining emotionless, never letting anyone see what lies inside - The screaming and thudding in the core of my passive body.

My fingers curl and I begin to shiver. The room still filled with ugly souls and beautiful smiles.

I just manage to pull myself up, keeping my head at balance just until I exit.
Leaving the building. Falling to the floor. The knock of my head.
I see beauty for the first time.

Exquisitely forlorn.

You give me butterflies
I've never felt like this before
It's you.

The touch of Your breath on my lips, your hand runs along my leg, squeezing it with such intensity.

How I respond to your touch, with quivers - my whole body reacts to the way you feel me up and down, lingering in my weak spots, provoking my awaiting passion.
Your lips, so smooth, running down my neck. Sweet kisses, gentle nibbles
as you hold me and as I cling to you.

Holding your arms around my waist, forcing me close to you, still feeling your breath gently on my lips. Not being able to take my hands off of you, still clinging to your body and your eyes never leaving mine.

Your breathing increases rapidly and my heart leaps -
The movement of our bodies against one another, finally feeling alive, the frenzy of our love overtakes you. I see who you are, your soul.
Darkness emerges.

Why are you trying to forget while I struggle to keep the memories alive? Holding the cigarette between my fingers just like you taught me – trying to take advantage of every memory.
Knowing that it’s far over but still keeping you with me incase.
Just so you know I was thinking of you. Just so you know.
However all done in vain - you have forgotten, erased and damaged anything that was left.

Here to us, we had it good.

"I woke dreaming we had broke
Dreaming you left me for someone new,
And you cried drying those brown eyes
Crying you're sorry, sorry won't do."*

Irony - I hate irony.

Nothing more than an escapist.  
How do you expect to achieve in life, people ask.
But the question altogether misses the point. The escapist does not want to
achieve. He simply wants to get away.

This day arises each month with an energy so convincing.
Even without the digit, the energy, so heavy, reminds me of what today will bring. Or what is
had brought rather, and what it will retain.
I wonder what the contrary remembers and hoping it was not absurd.
Right now
I need a place to go.

Lightness is upon us, gently it deceives me and for once its winning.
The placidity of his smile seeps through the darkness
Just letting it escape.

The days apart answered the incomplete, yet the questions never fully
Understood.

The link will never be solved but merely assumed by whom who share it and
the nameless lack the desire of what we Know.
The unwritten cannot be solved for it is undying.

Ill be yours and you’ll me mine.

Smoke dope, eat soap,
Fly away in a bubble.

There is no escaping the pressure.
There is no escaping the impulse.
The truth.

The Noise, it drills through me as if I have become the subject of the vicious hammer.
Its piercing din never fades.

As silence looms, and the stillness of nothing hums
It soon begins again.
The sharpness suffocates me, smothers me, chokes me.

And then it’s too late. You chose her and your words destroy me.

You don’t see what I see,
Is your perception of the world the same?
To how I see.

Contrary of what you see, I feel.

And my feeling towards you empties as I echo the recollections of you, of the nothingness I feel now Apposed to how I felt then.
Or did I ever feel what I thought. I think I will know when I truly feel.

If months were steps, I would walk back down, never to choose that route again.

Watching the hours past,
Time replays in my head.
Nothing changes; we have been here before.
Because time had no beginning, but ends at forever
We are left with the uncertainty of living.
Living in the time of what we call today.

Coming to the realization
It suddenly becomes clear
I gasp but the air is empty
And regret fills the ambiance instead.

Your depth is no longer pure,
Destroying your intentions with confusion.
Your confusion which wounded so many.

Speaking through the cracks
Underneath the realization of what has become.
I see what you are; your darkness over rides the light inside of you.
Your passenger a part of you no more, it has become you.