To watch the dead leaves fall
onto the bleak, white ground,
     It's cold out now.

I realize there is no why to
this, but just a faction of
probability,
       Or maybe not?
Perhaps I created this; the
ultimate, delusional reality.
   To satisfy my soul with
emptiness, or maybe to condemn
my mind unto my misguided
   perceptions....

Change of heart- I am what is inside and out,
if not for me it would not be.
  Everything in this universe
could be called the What,
  But only I am the Why.
What I have learned through a tempest soul,
which I could in a way, call me-
"Sometimes you need not open your eyes
to be able to see.

"The sun filled days, as well as the darker ones,
will all come to an end. It is the ever-changing
state of things. These changes act as a symbol
to show you that your soul has many different
phases as well. The change is good. It brings out
the hidden beauty of uncertainty."

I write my words in sand not stone,
realizing the impossibility of forever.
The moon reflects the sun as your eyes
reflect my soulless being. The sea roars
calm, quiet breeze. Deprived of this spirit
as all else is. We are now more than forever away;
and the sun- eternal as it is today.
So now i write my words in sand,
the waves know all that I have to say.

Standing outside time
many different hues
yet the  colors don't rhyme.
"Leave them be, they know not"-
the wind picks up my prevailing distraught.
Standing inside the space where-
yesterday arrives today.
Past and future throw their,
irrelevance in the air.
The truth felt not spoken-
the mind bent not broken.
Elude myself, for the truth I sought,
Leave them be, for they know not.

"O how I have died a thousand times, yet death is not what pains me.
It is life that drives the stake in my heart, not the after. Whether one
has been living or dying, there will be an exchange and only one prevails-
I wish the current strong enough for the wind to push my sails."

And then she looked out the window and cried-

"When I asked how you were doing, I did not mean
your deadly cells. I meant your broken heart and soul,
another soul you'd never tell. But if you should leave me
to live (or die) alone, just remember those words I whispered to you can
be the wind to push your sails.Now you have been here too long and the
smell of this place has irked my bones. Before you leave, just remember
one thing: The trails of memories you have left me to walk will be only half as good alone."