March 14, 2016

You wake up,
Every morning a repetition of the one before.
You get out of bed,
Every morning a repetition of the one before.

Every second,
Every minute,
Every hour,
Every day,
Every year,
It's all the same.
It's all one thing after another.

A monochromic picture-book of your life–
each photo looking the same.

That chemical imbalance killing all of the flowers in the vast garden that fills you.

What am I becoming?!
You are whittling into nothing..

Slowly,
Every second,
Every minute,
Every hour,
Every day,
Every year,
It's all falling apart.
You will be nothing soon.

You have convinced yourself that the demolition of one existence can be the cause of a new one.

You are ready to finally let go.

But, what you don't know is that your foundation is much stronger than a thought.
Oh yes, it is.
You will realize soon, though.

Someone,
Something,
Some place,
Will come along.
It will come along and plant a seed in your garden.
It will grow.

It will grow in your brain,
It will grow in in your heart,
It will grow all throughout your body,
It will spread all throughout you until you are a beautiful garden once again.

You will wake up each morning.
You will wake up filled with roses and lilys and tulips,
Your garden expanding each day.
Flowers of all different shapes.
And Sizes.
And Smells.

You are hopeful
and
You are thankful.

You are thankful for the sun,
You are thankful for the water,
You are thankful for the bees
Who gave you a chance.

If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be the garden you are today.

Thank you for helping me grow.

I am the weight being slowly dragged behind you while you are walking so far ahead.
As the miles go on,
I just get heavier
And heavier.
Almost unbearable-
Until you drop me.

And once you drop me, I will lay there forever.

it all comes down to volume
you find some people
who are turned up so loud
you cant hear anything else
and you find others
who have all but muted themselves

the melodies all go together
harmonies in symphonies
everyday parts of life.
but you'll find that some parts
drown out others.

the cacaphony:
screams of agony
as more than one falls
to the horrid beating of anxiety
our ribcages exploding and
the subsequent explosions
a chain reaction between
past and future
me and you
it booms

drowned out:
the soft tinkling of the rain
so delicate in its falling
that you cant help but smile
the laughs of children,
innocence pouring out of their mouths
the locking of eyes
from across the room
the simple sound
of me and you

barely heard:
the thrilling trill of adventure
that sings in the hearts of everybody
the minute buzz of a city
heard from a distance,
as light flows into the open sky
creating a masterpiece

and if you listen real close:
the soft utterances
of those with souls brave enough
to live one more sunrise
to live through the night
and the breath
of the world.

I miss you in winter
when its cold
and I have no one to cuddle

I miss you in storms
when you kiss my forehead
as the thunder crashes

I miss you in my bed
our bodies together
lips locked and hands intertwined

I miss you.