it's a faint scent that always
carries me back.
i see only a glowing blue,
a blue spark given to me by you
subtly catching tired eyes,
gently whispered lullabies,
singing, twisting, encrypting
everything i say.

nevermind, that my dear
it's really hard to stay clear.
i'm floating in and out of memories.
dreams stolen by lonely company.
it's okay though,
perhaps they need them more than i do.

it's fall again.
eyes in full swing business
orange, fiery chaos.
breathe deep. cool and fresh,
  October air.

how can i tell you,
when my chest is a dusty,
ill ridden fissure.
hollow, empty
echos.
echos.
walls painted with unbelievable
smiles
depression compression within these dark places.
is it too late to call your name?

im back now.
tattered and worn
open book, tired of language
Sleepy eyes, close themselves.
Should I compromise?
Maybe just let it happen..
meek, but never weak.

goodnight, good night.
music interjects.
a perfect time to start over
cool and fresh.