Columns of soft white envelop her,
the pale, straight grass leaning with the wind.
It seems as if they are the only things
that are truly, and fully in color.

She feels as if she is suspended,
floating not only in air, but in time.
His arms completely surround her,
cradling her comfortably against him.

They are not who you assume they are,
but none of that matters for now.
What matters is that he is not alone.
She has come to free him of his self-made prison.

His eyes are lost in the vastness overhead.
He is relieved as he meets her gaze.
She has been searching for a life time,
consumed and immobile from the past.

He hears the music of the grass blades,
brushing tenderly against each other.
But most prominent in her ear,
is the steady beat of his bleeding heart.

Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.

Grant me the clarity
I so desperately need
to hold my tongue
and to turn my cheek.

For this is a challenge,
such an arduous deed.
You've led me astray,
you've rendered me weak.

I found a photo.
I was young and you were whole.
Grant me remembrance.

Oh, you poor, fetal thing.
Deep-seeded is the need.
Ancient and everlasting
is the crave to believe.

It is time to evolve,
you are no longer the thrall.
For living like this
isn't living at all.

All knowledge I possess is under siege
and there is something dwelling in my chest.
An effect just like the summer breeze,
I have witnessed creation at its best.

You take your time in crafting these things,
these men you have fashioned from your suffering.
You mold them and set them up on a pedestal.
As time goes on, the pedestal turns into a throne,
and the throne turns into a tower, reigning from the sky.
The tower continues to grow and grow until it
becomes a mountain, and from the view of this mountain,
the world down below is abysmal and desolate.
The men you had placed up there can barely see the world now.
It was from this great height that all of humanity was lost.
And just as quickly as you centered your being around their existence,
those men had forgotten yours.