If life is an endless cycle,
How come it stops?

For there is no stop,
Merely a pause

Because the human mind,
Is an endless cycle of stories

Stories which are forgotten,
Remembered only when one reaches the light

The light being a golden book,
Of ones history of happiness

Within this book of eternity,
Lies a deeper truth

Life is forever
Life is endless
Life is eternal
Life is worth living

But life is limited, possibilities are endless

For life is short,
Merely a chapter in the golden book

A picture of me
Yet slightly blurred
But the eyes still stare
Taking a pathway
Deep inside my soul

I become one
With what I use to be
Once blurred in my mind
Has become so clear
Creating a new me

But one that should not be
For the past
Should not live on inside me
For I am afraid
Of what I will be

Sometimes I wonder
Am I alone?

One self sheltered in my own mind
Fetal position, head lowered

Or maybe I am not alone
Anger on my left
Sadness on my right
Insanity holding me tight
The three that grew up with me

Anger was there when people would hurt
Sadness when people died
Yet insanity is still with me now

I guess sometimes I am not alone
At least not in my sheltered mind

How can one flake of snow be so depressing?
Is it because it is a start of a gloomy day
Or because the human mind makes you think so
All it means is that more snow is coming
But the brain thinks snow means sadness
How does one feel by the end of the day?
When the snow has stopped
You see white everywhere but no harm
The first snowflake ruined your day
Why does one think like this?
Letting one snowflake ruin the day
Or should I say one thought?

My book is open
A book of blank pages
Empty thoughts
No feeling, just dead

My pen is set
A syringe of life
That flows out
With a flip of the wrist

A chill from my mind sets
A large dark dome
Painful thin walls
Dedicated to thinking

Traveling down my arm
The information highway
Reaching the end
From being the beginning

Then my hand is alive
Rose from the grave
Filled with warmth
Alert and ready

I create page after page of life
Filling the soft white
With deep black
I make a story

This is my style
This is my writing style

A knock and she is here
The door opens slowly
There she stands

The heart beats faster

Her lips move up
The shine of white shows
A small breath exhales

The heart beats faster

Her eyes star
The body turns to mush
A small wink

The heart beats faster
The leap of contact
Her arms wrap around
A surprise burst of feeling

The heart beats faster

The feeling of being one
The warmth of two together
Eyes closed a sigh of happiness

The heart beats faster

As you hold each other together
You know you will be one forever
You are her hero for she is your dove
Together you the feeling of true love

A colorful oil painting
A moist cake with frosting
Glaciers in a frozen sea
This is the image of the sky

Bubbles on warm bath water
Froth on steamed milk
A heaven of white sheets
This is the image of the sky

A for that embodies us all
So big up close
Yet so small from a far
For the image of the sky
Can be but a dream
That becomes a reality