all the days are a foggy haze that go on and on
til they meld together into one big
mess
that messes with the mind’s motion
and the pre-conceived notion that everything should make
perfect
sense.
one slip of the tongue could start the wheel spinning
out of control and off a cliff
into the a ditch next to nothing
but empty space.
and no matter what is said whether right or wrong
a person cannot change another person
or make them understand
what their heart has been screaming for so long.
of course there are other paths if you are willing to take them
and risk that sometimes
the grass isn’t greener
and risk the realization
that it was never green in the first place
and that people just drift through time
and space
with little purpose behind them.
but there is this pull in your gut
and this ache in your chest
that keeps you searching
and keeps you returning
to the never-ending quest for self assurance
through the validation of
others.
yet
there is a small comfort in this confusion
and that is knowing for certain
that you most certainly know
nothing.

I’m only beautiful when I’m *******. I’m only happy when I’m blank. I only function when I’m stressing. I only feel when I bleed. I only bleed when I need to breath. I only love in my memories. I only hate in my mind. I am only pieces that I want to leave behind.

Words words words
are swords we cannot see
that pierce our hearts
and keep us bound
by fear
to places we wish we could leave.
Sharper than any weapon
more lethal than any draught
for even the most pure of words
can be twisted into a paradox
or proven false.
But i would argue
that there is one thing
more lethal
than any word:
the gaping wound that is caused
in their absence.
Silence.

The windows on the bus are foggy and splattered with rain.
The windows on the bus are as foggy as my brain.
My fingers, the cool glass touch,
I look out, I can’t see much.
But through the fog and through the rain it flashes over and over again
OPEN OPEN OPEN
In bright orange, over and over
OPEN OPEN OPEN
Mind.
Don’t fast-forward, you can’t rewind.
OPEN OPEN OPEN *
Heart.
Your life is waiting, just press start.
OPEN OPEN OPEN
Time to move forward and forget your fear,
OPEN OPEN OPEN*
Could the signs be any more clear?