Love time.
                  Want things
         little left
Lost soul pain
                              Smile new.
Inside
               Fall
                         Maybe home?
Old tears
                Leave thoughts
    Dream true
                               Stop Fear Forever.

The quiet was nice before
But now it's starting to irk me.

It echoes with everything I've been avoiding,
this sinister road on the highway to everywhere.
Instead of no where.

At least no where I would be lost..
Infinite space, time and control.

Contradiction?
                         No.
Stuck in the void means there are no expectations.
Trapped in endless space with only your mind to fill it.
No outside voices, nothing telling you how you should be.

People empower you, want certain things for you, raise you on a pedestal
...You're not even sure you can keep up, to fulfill their desires for you.

But you say nothing...
                                      Keep quiet...
                                                             Float to the background.
As you have skillfully done for years.

Take the situation and control it, own it, make it yours.
Force it to produce the outcome that you, only you wish to see.

Recognize that you desire and work to acquire.
Life is too short to make every body happy, but,
Too long to live alone.

I just need one simple touch
It doesn’t even have to be much

Something to know that people still care
Something to prove humanity still there.

Is there anything that separates us from animals anymore?
Is compassion becoming a chore?

I think before I act and act before I think but both seem to land me in trouble.
Tension hovering at the surface always.
Float above
                         as if no harm can come.
Tempers soar,
Voices raise,
Tension increases.
                                                                                                                                                     Times goes on,
                                                                                                                                                     Memory fades,
                                                                                                                                    Moments never forgotten.
                                                               Always at the surface.
Things have been falling apart.
It needs to be said.
It needs to become real, true, manifested deep within our conscious.
It needs to be fixed, it needs to be solved. None of us can handle it.  
It is never too late.
But it is time to get started.

I have been avoiding this for a long time.
Simply because I know how hard this will be.
Trying to find the right words is an impossible task
Every time I try to confront these overwhelming, hidden emotions my universe implodes.
Suddenly everything becomes meaningless.

                                                                 Void of light,
                                                                 Void of sound,
                                                                And void of emotion.

The only thing that is left is me.
                                                               Just that a ‘thing’.      

Lost in everything where there is nothing to be found.
I try to force my way through this haze of confusion,
This inability to understand my own emotions.
This inability to let myself feel.
This ability to bottle everything up, and
This ability to stray so far from home with no trail leading back…
                                                                                                                                My tears are my only guide.
Full of everything that I have felt and have not let myself feel.
In them lay a world of understanding and clarity that will constantly be out of reach,
For we cannot read our tears.
They are tiny messengers with no message to deliver,
Even if we could read them, there would be nothing to see.
Always left to our own devices, our own thoughts, on your ‘own’.
In the midst of loneliness we must remember we are not alone.
The world is crawling with billions of people,
Chances are someone is willing to listen, because
                                                                               We cannot read our tears.