with quiet mischief;
on the brink of sanity
sleeps insanity

Do you ever get the feeling,
your are sitting in your room all alone.
Your thoughts are wandering...
Your crying,but you just feel so empty and sad...
Replaying momments from your life,
and wondering where the heck did it all go wrong...

Gliding through this timeless labyrinth
My sight can't pierce so thick a mist.
Alone in my vessel,
just drifting clumsily...
Anxiety wrung raw in these cold, clammy fists.

All is quiet...
save for the faint sloshing against my tired hull.
I quietened my breath...
Such peace exists now in my vessel.
Slapping gently against my side,
invisible ripples came to lull.

I cannot see what lays ahead...
I do not know of my ultimate destination...
I am alone in my vessel...
Drifting along this watery bed.
Awaiting nothing...
but elusive answers to pointless questions.

I cannot fathom what lies above
the canopy that shields me.
I'd imagine the stars...
Twinkling in codes,
whispering the secrets of the universe.
Unheard to those who will not see.

I'd imagine the ripe new moon...
Beaming down ostentatiously.
Bestowing light upon those who'd croon...
Those who'd shamelessly bask in her majesty.

But many...
Just remain in the darkness.
Submitting to the will of the currents,
getting lost in the odd calmness...
And it's ambiguous resplendence.

Looking around I realise that I'm now not alone...
There are many vessels...
Quiet silhouettes navigating boats of their own.
We all bear the same flag but our own demons we wrestle.

Overwhelming relief...
To see others by my side.
I am now alone with so many others...
In this lonesome boatride.

My lips curl jarred around you
As you set me free
Far from daily soundtracks
And hushed anxiety.

Just one drag tonight,
I hear my stresses say
For sometimes I'm too weak,
To push those thoughts away.

My childish tokes are fragile
My heart not always strong
Isn't that the beauty of you?
That's why we get along

I am ashamed to need you,
Tomorrow I will try,
Perhaps when I attempt to sleep
I won't think myself dry

Perhaps when I attempt to sleep
We won't need a goodbye.

Please though, I am responsible
This must end tonight
I may not always win against you
But I like to think I fight.

living life like a photograph
I am captured in that moment
a record of images of the past
the black and white of atonement

the negatives scroll through my mind
by now, I guess I get the picture
a flash frame from that place in time
on this wall, I am a fixture

living life like a photograph
it's on my wall, then I own it
a snapshot of images of the past
a still frame of atonement

I don't know
   If we're supposed to float along
        On a gentle breeze
     Or on a rolling ocean
With our minds at ease
         Or if it's a little bit of both
    And you just gotta believe

But I do know one thing
  Whichever way that you choose
          Life is never very easy
  But when happiness is on the line
     You have **nothing to lose