all she wants to do
is get lost,
walk into some
unfamiliar alley
and disappear
from the world,
to build something
of her own.
and after all,
it‘s a big city,
nobody will
find her,
and she doesn't want
to be found.

Stuck.. In an ever changing world of emotions
There's so much more to life than just breathing in and breathing out.
The flaccid truth of a non ending endeavor
Your demons have molded you into an unrecognizable ally
Looking in to the mirror, there's no more hint of recognition of self
Lost in a swirling blur of contradictions.
Mask-like and permanent, your face has given up on reactions
You're here on an endless search for an unknown entity
And yet you forget to look in the one place where the answer lies
Your self... Your mind... Your actions.. Your deeds.
You are what the world makes you
But remember that the world can be what you make of it.

Here you are, wandering like a poor soul
Your image has lost its divinity
The one you built in pretence of some hope of a better world.
You forget to dance to the most familiar of tunes
You forget what you believe in
You forget that there were doors held open for you, once
You forget that your life has purpose.

When did this light start to fade?
There was a certain spark of hope.
Somewhere along the way, we lost.
To the world we gave up our dreams.
Devouring, unquenchable thirst for the unknown
Questions of what lies beyond the horizon .
Did you feel ourselves give away?
I etch my life on a piece of paper
Nothing seems to make sense.
You were there,
Transient but still significant .
I could have sworn the best part of me
Was you.
Now when there's only room for doubt
All I can ask is
How did I lose you?

Is this love, Jeremy?
Bring me closer.
I don't know how to feel.
Take me to your side
Tell me what the world means.
Someday, you'll be chasing dreams
And I'll be here, waiting...

There's only so much you can take before the world splits into half. The world you know of, is just another illusion created in your head. Leading battles and marching to the drums. That ringing in your head is always a sharp note waiting to go off. You could look at the stars and feel everything was right. Now look at the same sky and feel yourself slip into the darkness. Everyone around you wants to see you lose the battle. Secretly they are all just waiting to watch you fall. Putting on a brave face and hiding behind a mask, all the same, just that, its never you. You can take on the world if you want to. But remember there's always a price to pay. Love was a concept made to mislead us. Just a sweet note to hide the cacophony of the composition. Sometimes, its a lonely war you rage. No one sees you put on the armor, no one sees you run head first into the enemy. Who is the enemy? Dont be surprised if you hear a voice inside saying, its you.
Here I am. Standing at the edge of the world.  Should I take a leap? Or should I fall back and never know what lay on the other side?

Deep in these moments of silent reveries memories are all that remain. It was snowing so hard the wind looked like italicized apologies on a break-up note. Luckily, the hot air is blasting, chipping your expensive no make-up make up. There at a stop sign on the street perhaps waiting for the bus, two girls laugh, they are hanging on to each other for support as they laugh, their laughter creating billows of steamy joy. I thought I'd crack under their warm and comfortable togetherness, instead I let go of the breaks and lurched forward. There was this faint tug persistent that back there was a life reminder: it's not those who have everything but who make the best of everything.

Lights all around.
Swirls of color
Under the sun.
An iridescent luxury
For joyous parade.
Ripples of emotions
Translating into
A chromatic tale.
Pass me some sunshine.
Under the rainbow,
This life is wonderful

I think about you so often
that I find myself in your dreams
searching for your spirit
to kiss you
to hold you
to know you
how beautiful the night seems
now that I've found you

Let our imaginations
continue to carry us beyond the page
and into our veins
for purpose
for clarity
for understanding
how lovely the days have become
now that I've found you

If it only lasts a short while
and all we have is this moment then I still wouldn't have it any different
to read you
to feel you
to heal you
how the hurt seems to disappear
now that I found you

Even if it is just the moment
let the moment continue to be as lovely as our dreams