Shattered memories,
fly to my feet,
in a certain sound.

Picking up the pieces,
piecing them together,
in a certain sound.

Building a mirror,
reflecting a petty, warless me, long searched for,
ancient feelings,
and a current comparison.

When sounds broke down walls,
and sights crashed through windows.

My unrealistic desires,
roll from the back to the front of my eyes again.

And I'm hijacked by a powerful urge,
to right my wrongs, and heal my world.

To regain the impossible,
upon seeing it in the pretty grips,
of yearned others.

But jealously fills me to the brim,
and toxicity spills over the rim.


Now nothing means everything to me.