My body is a pit of lava, forever melting
While my mind is a flock of new born critters setting out on their first flight.
So easily lost in a pit of screaming vaulters, they call for their parents.
So fragile, unable to withstand the most easiest tasks,
will soon come natural.
In time.
None will understand their confusion or their vision.

My thoughts come down like the wave that doesn't leave you standing.
They bark louder than the dog that doesn't sleep.
They repeat like a child playing copy cat.

And I watch you learning to swim,
while the life guard directs you.
He hands you a pair of earplugs and you are off.
Leaving me to drown in my thoughts.

The melodies reversed from either side of him.
Dragging him down towards a what seems never ending pitch.
Now warped to a hummid sea beach area.
Just keep up is always on the back of his mind.


Sitting there as thoughts fly back and forth.
Stuck in an infinite loop of thought he stays, content.

How is that you are always here, but never there.
Picking the insides of my sanity out.
Bit by bit, leaving only a memory of your presence.

Kudos on doing so well.
Replacing my sanity to a somewhat insanity.
Was it ever there in the first place?
Only you would know.
I only want you to know.

Been here a while now.
Stuck behind bars that are so familiar
So old, that rust falls at the swipe of a finger.
I want to leave
Escape this prison, where you are fed anxiety and made to sleep under a blanket of regrets.

There's a hole through the ear to the right.
Too small for escape.
Everyday I sit beside it and listen to everything that goes by.

I would like to invite you in for a drink.
Crawl in.
You're the perfect size.
Stay awhile.
Help me build a smile.
Then we could leave through it together.
I haven't been outside in a while.
Tale me through everything that has changed.

But you left without me.
You also took the smile, which fits your face so perfectly.
Now I sit and listen for you to come by,
because I would like it back,
and I would like to get out of here.

Don't lend it to anyone.
It belongs to me as well if you want to remember.

Hold my hand like the cat holds my tongue
and ask me to tell you a secret.
I will reveal to you words only my pillow has heard
and find the ones that got caught in the past.
For they meant the most,
and mean even more now.

Don't let the sweat of your palm loose the grip of my fingers
For when my hand is cold,
Your presence becomes not so present