there's static when in motion and heart rates lying down
split off on the sides for the chance of someone else
it's been several years and i still dream that you're gone
it's a life without speaking, without existing in tongues
the proof of living matches that of exhaustion
of riled up times doing something to force a mountain
but the pit is still there and it always will be
it's for no reason at all or the reason is nothing
still trying to know that it's gone without reason
but every notch down at least feels like a breath
or a step towards oblivion or even blue skies
it's ******* the poison out to make the blood clear
it's fumbling around for the bump in the night
and packing it in with everything to avoid a good talk
we're lying on top of nothing because the beams were stripped away
we're singing into darkness with salt passed off as happiness
and warmth only creeps between our toes when it's uninvited
and despite this growing landmark between countries
we can all still manage to fall asleep to the rain

there's a woman standing in tight blue
by the edge of the curb
like there's something in her throat 
her cheeks are flushed
the color of a hault 
she looks to be choking
she looks to see if we can tell
she looks down and toys with her fingers
but we keep going
it's only unclear sidewalks 
trash cans with faces etched in
we don't stop for anyone 
sunday my hand was on the light
and I could feel it dancing between my fingertips
a soft threatening pull
a cry to be in darkness
but then I heard my name
and left nothingness
to be uncontrollable

i remember riding with you
through yellow wildflowers
during a time that wasn't mine
i had no sense of direction
and inside the kettle was on
the loneliness was a comfort
i had closed my eyes and smiled
you were in my ears with tea
and you were only mine

a boy walked onto the earth
on the anniversary of innocence
the sun was falling behind the tallest building
his toes crinkled inwards
as the fire drew away
it was no different than any other day
despite the indifference
despite the repeated callings
despite the shortening hours
the warmth was calling from within
but the ice seemed to beckon as well
so he took off his shoes
and stuck his toes into the snow
the cold became something
after feeling like an emptiness
the cold turned to pain
and he closed his eyes tightly
the cold made his eyes water
it spread throughout his body
shooting lightning through his skin
he lifted up his arms
or felt them lifted above
it was nothing but painless needles in the air
the fire started burning again
he grabbed onto maturity
and bellowed towards the sinking light

It's mid-september and fall will officially be here in a few days. You wake up on a Saturday after just the right amount of sleep. You're the first one awake. You walk to the bathroom and when your feet touch the tile, they're actually cold. You bask in this because you haven't felt cold in what seems like years. This summer was brutal and relentless. But your feet are cold now. So after the bathroom you go back into your bedroom and put on some warm socks and slip on your coziest pair of leggings. You feel goosebumps forming on your arms so you also pull on a sweater you haven't worn in months. You decide to check the weather on your phone - 52 degrees, 14% humidity. You feel a brief yet overwhelming sensation of joy as you smile to yourself. You walk into the living room and look out the window. You think about how soon the world will be inundated in burnt oranges, dark reds, and crisp yellows. You prepare the drip coffee maker for the first time in a while. It's been too hot to drink anything other than something cold. The machine stutters for a moment then soon fills the room up with that incredible smell. You pour the coffee into a large mug and it warms your fingers. You hold the mug a little tighter as you look out the window again. The sun is still making it's way into the sky and it seems more pleasant than it has in a while.The air is still and there are no clouds needed to hide the intensity of the sun which finally seems to want to allow the world to breathe. You take your first sip of coffee. It's warm going down and you feel transported to the future - looking in on yourself as you experience contentment.