Blank mind and blind eyes...

Things I wish to have when I see holding hands and newly couple laughter...

Marriage...

A beautiful thing really...

But now my life is filled to see pure destruction..

Just a volcano waiting on its day for the massacre of its self eruption...

My very parents lied in my face every night as they would try and comfort me holding me tight hoping my eyes don’t realize what’s unraveling before me..

They were falling apart....

Yet in my world they were perfect together like birds and the bees and they moved swiftly through any situation like the way wind blows through the trees....

But just like Mother Nature works in a cycle I slowly became to realize that my parents were a prime example of “not everything is perfect”

6th grade with no phone and no worry in the world but to make it home on time...

I began to feel it...

Those early morning of getting dropped off kissing my mother on her cheek telling her I love her began to drift....

Disappearing before my eyes like holding sand through the ocean..

The long 5 minutes of waiting by the back gate for her to pick me up became absent....

Excuse after excuse but to her they were reasons I slowly became depending on myself..

Who at the time that’s all I had yet you’d never guess I was sad cause this cheesy kid hid behind those wide cheeks and reused jokes....

Lost in confusion searching for conclusion as to why the most perfect thing I see in the world will not be...

I began to search for someone I can have for a lifetime because what Love came to me seemed To be a feeling that’s only  momentary from a drive that’s merely temporary cause people can’t seem to find a way to keep themselves satisfied

Those birds became vultures eating and picking into dead weak flesh

Those bees became maggots seeping out of the trash of lost love

The wind was silent

The trees withered away in decay

Marriage...

A beautiful thing really...