Floating silently
Guardian of darkness

Guide of the lost
Friend of the vagabond

No one is a stranger

We've all met through the light of the moon

I dont want to be the bold words
Yelling to be noticed

Nor the italics
Wanting to be different

Not even the commas and periods
That set the pace and flow

I want to be the silence
The beauty unheard

Present in all works, that's what i want to be
Nothing more than the spaces in between

Im swimming in darknes as a crippling weight hangs over me.

I find myself constrained so tightly breathing has become a challenge, thinking has become impossible.

Fatigue rusts me, chaining me deeper into my prison.

A crowded street or an empty room show little difference in the sunken eyes of solitude.

Solitude is not the lack of life around you, solitude is a vile terrifiying demon.

It plagues you, consumes you, feeds off your life force until the pulse of another living creature cant find its way past your skin.

Then, it just continues to feed.

Its not the room that's empty.

You're the void.

You're your own blackhole, freefalling within yourself with no bottom in sight.

Fatigue. My very soul aches. My consciousness is abandoning me;
                                          
                                              im slipping...

We're just tic tacs
Stuck toppled over each other

In a box
In a pocket
In a purse
Or a socket

Just tic tacs waiting
We'll be bought and eaten

Used selfishly
Eaten in ones
In pairs
In threes
In handfulls

As a snack
To be sold
Freshen breath
Eaten when bored

Just tic tacs in a box
Juggled on the road
By people bigger than us
Who can use and abuse

Dispensable tic tacs
One after the other

All the same

Time passes and takes all in its longevity
Every creature, every mountain kneels down in humility

All earthly matters end in rumble, the dust can finally settle
The grandest will wither as the gentlest flower's pettle

It knows no sorrow, no pain, nor regret
Cradling the young and old from this realm to the next

T'is life, t'is law, none shall know pardon
From the darkest of forests to the sweetest of gardens

Let it resonate through the earth for anyone can tell
The chime and the rhythm of sweet requiem bells.

Oh i'ld love to be a paper plane
Made by a child and tossed to the sky

Oh let me be a paper plane
Floating light into the light

Of such simple design
Anyone can make a paper plane

So please oh please bend me
Break me so i'll have freedom

To glide proud fueled by innocence
To travel as far as the wind will take me

Oh please oh please help me
I want nothing more than to be a paper plane