I have built these cages of mine inside of me to hide out and to just lie down and cry

Cry like I have never done before

For once inside of time
Waves of such happiness were mine

Did you hear me

They were just mine

And now lost and trapped I have become
For of all nothingness I am

And now please leave me alone

For of nothing I shall always be.

jo.

The morning sun screamed out there
And longing was here

Longing for all that I thought I had  

as starlings wept inside out of all storm clouds

For it was only infatuation and he left me out here inside of a shambled horizon
lost to the breaking of dawns harshest breath.


jo.

They say you bite when lost in beauty
So do I

Bite my fingers that is
Till they fray and gulf

The difference is I bite like a displaced animal
Trying to avoid an uncomfortable truth and you

Bite because you enjoy holding on.

To my shadow said I
why follow you so near

I lose you with the clouds
But you do reappear

I try to outrun you
But you are too fast

I run to the shadows
And lose you at last

Back in the bright light
Again you pursue

No need to worry
I'm me and I'm you

Being alive is easy
Pretty much anyone can do it even if it's just for a little while.

Are you actually living?
Living is not so simple as to be breathing.  
It's what we see that takes our breath away.
The blood rushing through your veins does not make you living.  
But the moments when you heard your heart beating in your ears...

When you're lying on your death bed thinking about your life will you be pondering the fact that you possess a beating heart?
No.
You will be considering all of the times you felt your heart race, drop, or skip a beat.

Do not allow your existence to be mundane.
If you are bored with your life, change it.
If you are upset, allow yourself to be happy.

Take a break, take a breath, take a day off.
Make decisions the way you want to.
The more you love your decisions the less other people have to love them.

Feel your hands shake,
lose your breath and catch it again.
Life's for the living so live it.
Or you're better off dead.

Once angelic, now sounds like nails screeching against a chalkboard.