Dreamy drips of rain drops splat on my head
as i sink
not able to tell if i'm awake or asleep
is a nice way to be
lost in a mental haven
where hands are held.

And the rain stops.
The sun comes out
and so do you
so i can be clear
for just six hours
from this unknown shadow
that haunts a haven that will never see the outside of a pair of eyes

And the rain starts.
The sun goes down
and so do I

The fog is so thick it allows no view of what will come.
Only the present is visible.
And right now, the fog makes for dull days.
Maybe if I had a glimpse of sun, it would all start to clear.
Slowly but surely.

This weather seems quite familiar now though.
And if Mrs sun decides to show her face,
her anxiety would soon hide her away.
Shading behind clouds for days on.
Leaving the rain to poor down
and drag my inmates and I underground,
where we will dig and explore
multiple outcomes for few situations.

And after months of exploring,
we will return above
hoping to find new ground
but we are only greeted by the fog.

I stay up late to think
and when I think, I feel sad
so I stay up late to feel sad.
I feel colder than the rain that enters through the holes in my shoes.
Tape won't even hold us.
Nightmares are more vivid the closer I am to leaving.
My dreams are ending
or will they begin again.
It's too late to be indecisive
and I am more scatterbrained than ever.
These are not real problems
and I'm sorry for complaining.

I tend to go for walks
and I trip on your voice.
Landing in your view,
I find myself not know what to do.
The views around are safe.
They seem welcoming enough.
So I'll stay and write things in the strains of your hair.
It's nice to find this place
filled with your funny faces when I go for walks.
So why make me go for walks.

Lying on my dreams
that are lining up for you.
I'm asleep at the back
wondering if I caught the right train.
Whispers travel through the crowd
of him and her
uncertainty of where home is
and tales that could never be explained.

Awakening next to my old friend anxiety
as the train passed its stop
and there is no one to greet me as the doors unlock.

The sound of summer days make me hate this unknown place
and the view out the window isn't as pretty as it could be with you.

to my sister,
i am a nice keepsake
that she keeps in the bottom drawer

i live in a town she left for something better
in a house she never lived in

to my sister,
i am nostalgia.
i am twinklie lights outside nice smelling vegetarian restaurants
and self-taken pictures she sends to her new boyfriend
that i've never met

to my sister
i am something she visits
for old time's sake
i am no more important than her hometown
i am simply something to be visited
when the time rolls around
and you feel like you should go back to your roots and pay your respects

i am that moment.
i am that timeframe
i am those twenty-two years
those dandelions on the front lawn of our childhood home

to my sister
i am kept for keeping's sake

I want you pale and naked,
hips thrusting towards mine.
I want you on top of me
my hands on your *******.

The sunlight shines,
and the sun does set.
All I want is you
playing with my hair.

Lay next to me stare into the abyss/
Hearing you breathing, a heart beat I did not miss/
Just relax babe while I set the record, play the hits/
      Drift away, lay away, they stay away, we have our fits/
                                                                ­ Tell me about your family, when was the last time you saw your little sis?/
You **** your shotgun skirt, lift your shirt and ******* to bits/
                                                          Puttin­g our clothes back on and you look at me, make it clear you're still a wicked witch/