you are sweet as honey
and warm like the sun

a gentle breeze on the plain green fields.


the light side of the moon;
a hotspring in winter.

you are the flowers that grow,
in a garden of weeds

you are the light that the world needs.

i look at her
and a spark ignites.
she is the warmth,
the comfort and the ease.
and what am i,
but the fire
that spreads?

sometimes i wonder if it's all worth it.
i dont know, i probably never will.
it's hard sometimes,
all this doubt.
but i suppose it's worth a try.

it’s like the tide.
slow, rising, gently caressing the bottom.
then quickly picking up,
moving everything in its path and leaving nothing behind.
the tide is unexpected,
it’s scary.
unpredictable.
i look at the tide and wonder,
“how could anyone love such a thing?”
and i realize;
it’s not the tide they love.

it’s the beach.

on a path with no beginning or end,
i walk the winding road.
my scenery unrecognizable,
beyond a black bird who crowed.

his call was loud and distinct and plain,
giving a sound that filled me with fear,
however, despite my inner turmoil,
i lent the bird my ear.

what the bird said that day
gave me a feeling so new,
that i began sprinting down the path
'til the end was in my rear view

it's hopeless.
it's hopeless.
it's hopeless.
i'm helpless.
i'm helpless.
i'm helpless.

the blood on the lightswitch causes me to shudder.

you never learn, do you?