Dear you,
guard your little heart,
it seems very vulnerable.
guard it,
for there might be not much left.

you have given your heart
to people who didn't deserve it
and they have thrown it away
to some unknown place.

be done giving parts of that heart
for soon,
there will be nothing left.

guard it,
with steel bars and brass locks.
guard it,
*while it it's still there.

I'm tired to wash up,
So I procrastinate.
I'm tired to stand up,
So I'm sitting here.

I'm tired to walk to bed,
So I remain on the floor.
I'm tired to get myself to sleep.
So I'm still awake.

But I'm tired.

Is it possible that if I shout any louder
You will finally hear me?
I can’t hear myself
There’s an overcoming white noise
A polished blade slicing through tension
I’m staggering in your direction
An outstretched hand, waiting
Longing for your comfort
Pleading for some saving
It’s a choking anxiety
Closing in around me
A paralyzing infection moving in
Cornered, beaten, and confused
Begging and pleading, always repeating
Please…
What will it take to finally be seen
I don’t know how much louder I can scream
Losing all confidence in strength
Fighting to stay conscious
Behind this defying smile
And invisible scars

Happiness is...

Not being sad.

I find when I'm alone with my thoughts
questions arise
why do we only use roughly 10-14% of our brains potential

what if we could use more?

Say perhaps, most of it

what hidden secrets could we unlock?

could we hold entire conversations without saying a word?

I sit and ponder in my time alone,
are we part of a human collective conciousness that we have yet to rediscover
all our past, present and futures intertwined though at present we are too ignorant to the fact to accept it,

But...

what if we do and we move toward understanding how exactly the unconcious mind works ,
are dreams we have clues to something larger that we simply pass off as "silly dreams"merely because we cannot comprehend what we are being told?

Here we are in the 21st century and still we do not understand where our minds/concious being  goes when we are put under anesthesia,
we simply are not there!

I for one find this a topic of immense wonder

It has been proven that while under the influence of powerful mind altering drugs that certain portions of the brain seem to be "unlocked"
and register off the charts
Anyway just one of the things I like to ponder when I'm alone with my thoughts.

Late for work.
That annoying person.
Errands, here and there.
Chaos.

Temperance.

Pressure...more pressure.
My head is spinning
Deadlines and challenges.
I want to give up.

I step outside to run from it all.
I am still seething with anger.

Silence.

Then I see your face.
Your hand in mine.
And everything just fade into the dark.

My sanctuary.