An everlasting love affair with the forest.

Remembering my child self, perfectly at peace,

feeling at home with a chill in the air and the scent of pine trees.

No city in sight.

Only the stars for light until morning emerges from the night.

Wrapped in a scarf with a jacket wrapped around tight.

Life's weights lifted as the trees kiss the sky.

There are times when I think of you
and I can feel that you are thinking of me too.
Though that energy may not lie,
we must keep swimming farther out.
Away from each other
to heal out in our own ocean's deep blue.
There are still moments in the night
i can see on my waters
is the memory of you
reflected through the moons hue.
I will not forget
but I must keeping moving on through.

Words, words and more words.
The source is under the sweet illusion that I care,
Thinking I'm all ears .
At school, my vision is in blur mode;
Zombie walking through the halls
Like leaves flowing down a stream.
Chitter chatter, endless laughter
And a lonely soul that slowly shatters .

I feel you
Like you were somehow
Embedded into my ribs
Your name echoing around inside of me

Are you reading this?
I feel you
I always have I've just tried so hard not to

Why us my love?
Why did God give us this great love
If we always fell apart?

Parts of my brokenness still believe
I silence her in unspeakable ways

But she goes to sleep in tears because of it
I feel you
I wish it was real.

Mothers says that doubt is bad .
She says that If I doubt that
something would not happen
Then it might never come to be.
This is the fear that consumes me .

I am afraid that my doubts will never
Let me have all I desire most .
I am afraid to float like a feather,
Overpowered by the wind, hitting the ground
Then floating again in the wind.

I am afraid that I am a feather always pushed and shoved
To live another beings dream.
I am afraid that being an oddity will bring me persistent solitude
Even if it is unwanted .

My doubts are however masked by a painful bravado; a
Pretense, a burden, a lie.

I called you out on your *******, and you called me out on mine. And now I think I know what Bukowski once knew.

It's all *******.

But I only want to live, and I only want you to live. I only want to live in you and all of your *******.