Crushed to death
Without space for breath.
Struggling with inner force,
Yet lacking remorse.
To say I tried,
would mean I lied.
But trying isn't enough
when the going gets tough.
Sick of it all,
& awaiting the fall.
Which is why,
I must say,
*Goodbye

My words linger,
trapped in the space
between my mind and my mouth.
Stuck in a limbo
below my stream of consciousness
and above any translation.

Love is like,
A man born without arms,
He lives his life accepting his disability,
But Constantly jealous of those with arms.
he sees people with arms of every variety; skinny, tattooed, bruised or muscled, and even some like him.
Everyday he watches people use and missuse their arms,
Yet Barely appreciating the mere existence of their own arms.
One day, he hears about a new procedure that could give him fully functioning prosthetic arms.
He is hesitant about the cost and risk,
but decides he must try.
A week later after a successful surgery,
The bandages finally fly free, and so do his arms.
He flexes and bends them every way possible,
testing the boundaries of what feels like a new world to him.
There is an endless beauty in their function.
He feels a joyous wonder,
to experience the touch and precision
of his sweetly sensitive fingertips caressing the surface of anything in their reach.
For the first time, he finally knows what true freedom feels like.

  Months pass as he becomes familiar with a new world under his fingertips.
But as time goes on he begins to notice occasional malfunctions in his daily tasks.
He thinks hes losing touch with the connections used to communicate with the main circuits,
But doesn't think it could get worse.
As Weeks pass more connections falter between him and his once perfect partner.

The day starts like any other winter morning,
an icy cold, cloudy drizzle.
He's driving the windy back roads to work,
rounding a sharp bend in the road, when he suddenly feels a spasm ripple through his arms
ripping his hand from the wheel and all control.
His car veers off the roadside cliff
leaving gravity to doom him to an icy river below.
The car careens through the droplets of rain in the air.
His world slows down as the car begins to plummet downward,
only seconds before impact.
The freezing icy rain and air rip
through the broken windshield,
but nothing feels colder than the betrayal of the arms he once held so dear.
And in that moment,
he wishes that he'd never had arms at all.

There is a kindness in your eyes,
Always hidden by dark lenses.
It bleakens your world by only a shade,
But hides the beauty
Waiting inside
A tenderness in the wonder,
Behind those eyes
You have so much to give the world
Yet Held back only
by your own worries of self worth
Do not think that you aren't good enough,
Because acceptance starts with yourself.
The world will value you,
Only as much as you value yourself.

I know some about you,
although it is only data,
images, words, & letters.
Which I somehow assemble,
into the concept of a person,
tapping on the other end,
of our digitally connected screens.
a connection, but also a barrier,
between which no two peole can touch.
you can send yourself in spirit,
but what gets left behind in your pixels,
is you.

Late night thoughts
Words glorified by the night,
Each letter's meaning becomes fully realized.
Text stretched into the third dimension
Written into the imagination
And Laced with promise.
Yet day breaks,
The sun reaches from the horizon
to pull the veil of night.
Its bright glare shatters the illusion,
exposing the hollow promise
inside each letter's shallow meaning.