Skin hanging through the air, a hot air balloon about to land
Run by thoughts and feelings
It is hot air
There is no place to land
No place to put my feet down
My mind is numb
I don't know how to move a machine with no power
Move a ship with no water
My mind is hot air
It moves my stitched together skin
Thread breaking at the seam
A body rejecting the sky but not wanting to crash

I'm not speaking of war
or the phrase 'Freedom isn't free'
Did we even choose to have those words shoved down our throats?
Are we truly free when we have so many things we have to do
Go to work
Go to school
Go to college
We act like we choose to do so
Most are afraid to be crucified by a dead society
Of parents and friends already moving on

Is there freedom in fear?
The fear of choosing and the fear of dying
We pick out what we wear but even that's restricted
By price tags and labels
People are still judged for their tone but not who they all
Like chains mark us when we are born
White, black, male, female
Terms are used to describe us before we can even understand them
They're used to decide how we spend our lives
So then... how are we 'free'?

Someone drowned
We all line up around the sea as they search for more bodies
A boat turned over on a winter night
Teens can do the dumbest things

The body count triples and so does the tweets
Yelling 'I'm so sorry for your loss' before a mother can even grieve
That's the only thing spoken about for days
Different words fill the air
Most scream-
'They were too young, it's a tragedy'
Then they whisper-
'It was natural selection'

We march to the sea with candles in hand
Most don't even know the names of who died
Yet they act like they have the right to defend the dead

There are no banners
Only street lights directing traffic
and People excited for a story
Not caring who's next

Did Romeo know Juliet would be the last beautiful thing he saw?
or is the Night-blooming Cereus fine with only seeing the night once a year
I always thought that falling in love would be different
I thought a day wasn't enough
but after I met you I realized that I'd die for just a glimpse at your face
a moment to hear your voice

A low hum is all that's left of our love
I silent melody of our hearts together
Beating in sync
No one ever told me how deadly a crack could be
Like a dam once it appears the water drains
I noticed your interest when you wanted to know her name
I realized the love between us had flowed out
So I left you alone
Saying nothing
I knew you wouldn't have the heart to leave
you were so cruelly kind
That the last song we sang together was goodbye

The air is lead
It fell to the ground and out of my lungs when you left
It was tied to you, like a dog on a leash it followed you everywhere
The moment you decided that scars were better left unhealed the leash was let go
The air was terrified of the life without you and left me alone to grieve
How sad
All of this emptiness and not enough air to let me sob
A hollow wheeze has earned its place in my heart
The air is lead
It leaves little trace