I laughed in the rain today.

I saw that I was free
to laugh or cry
to smile or frown
to walk or run
to sleep or dream

Free from sorrow
free from pain
free from you.

I laughed in the rain today.

holding each other
we kissed away our friendship
I mourn for it now

When she turned her gaze upon me,
I was a mote of dust
caught in a beam of sunlight
I was huge and beautiful
and bright.

I laughed and danced
and shone.

And when she turned away,
a cloud moved across the sun
and I was extinguished.

He is the sky
Endless
Beautiful
He can make you feel free
Floating and soaring
He is everywhere
And no where
All at once

But he can never hold you

He is much too distant

If he is the sky
Then she the sea

Stormy and restless
Comforting to some
Praised for her beauty
And unpredictable nature
she holds fast
Drowning
Pulling down and pulling back

But she can never hold you.

She is much too indifferent for that.

Some say the sky is blue because of the depth of the sea
Others argue that the water is a mere reflection of the atmosphere above it

Some say that his laugh isn't genuine unless she provoked it
Others argue that she isn't herself unless he's around.

there are few things more breathtaking
Than where the sky meets the sea
The fine line where two different hues of blue
Fade into each other
the most beloved horizon
That could never be reached.

And I believe
That is how
He and she
Are together.

It is in those broken moments we find ourselves,

Torn to pieces, with no explanation –

A dark crevasse molded to fit our shape,

Holding our deepest thoughts, encasing our forgotten spirit,

We tend to allow ourselves to be encompassed by this abyss –

Explaining to ourselves the need to dwell on the darkened past,

Swallowed by its projection of memories,

Sprayed upon the walls of our mind like murals –

An endless catacomb of images, seemingly permanent in their manifestation…



It is in those broken moments, that we find ourselves.

Seemingly unbearable days, leading to sleepless nights,

Dreading the thoughts that creep their way to our dreams –

Resting in an endless adaptation of our subconscious,

Playing out their roles, as if upon a Shakespearian stage…

Each thought, acting its part with tragic precision,

Layer upon layer, scene upon scene…

Reaching back to grasp our inception of reality –

Griping its contents, and strangling the ideas to exhaustion; gasping…



It was in those broken moments, that we found ourselves,

With a weighted world pressed firmly upon our chest,

The ebbing soil began to crumble –

Giving light to the somber path traversed…

Filling the now hollow crevasse with purpose and meaning,

Each memory defined by the silver lining expressed in love –

The fleeting darkness, swallowed by the over-whelming feeling of home…

Finding it in the simplicity of a kiss, and the certainty of an embrace,

It is here that we find ourselves,

In the intricate details and delicate idiosyncrasies –