The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all

Some call it loneliness
I call it freedom

Those watching from a distance scoff
But burn inside with jealousy
Having to hide from the mirrors
Unable to give in to their desire to be alone
Out of fear
Not of wrath or punishment but of judgement
It is the very thing that cages us inside
Keeps us locked in
Under a watchful eye.
The fear guides us, leads us
Traps us in a corner and takes advantage of our confusion
Left with a contusion to our sense of self and a will to never feel helpless again
Therefore judgement rules our lives
We rule our lives.
We stand in our own way and displace responsibility

Time
My biggest squander
I fill my time with wishes and dreams of wander
Only to stay in the same place
I keep it in
Contained

I feed my dreams with false hope
Sustained

I refrain from admittance of my problem and therefore remain the source of my failure
In denial, undeniable creature
Self-titled preacher
Unrecognized
Pointless, "not worth the money"
feature

Penniless and breathless at the edge of no return
Looking at the possibility of happiness from the sadness in the clouds
My high hopes carried me with them as they soared to the heavens
The only glimpse of Heaven I will ever get is then
Hopefully a different fate awaits me when I land in Hell

I love sunglasses
I love that I can put them on and they shield me
But more than I love wearing them
I love taking them off
Basking in the sunlight
Taking it all in
Occasionally blinding myself for the sake of seeing the beauty
Revealing a perspective that is not caged by frames
Not dimmed by tinted lenses
But freed by the open air
The slight breeze moving through my fluttering eyelashes
Unprotected and fragile

When the sun is shining
My heart goes weak
My mind goes loose
And I am ruled by desperation

I have no thirst that needs quenching
No want for the flavor,
It's really quite putrid
I drink only to achieve a certain state
Of groggy, giddy happiness
Carefree
With low inhibitions and
High hopes
That burning in my throat that I quell with more acid
That **** is toxic
The feeling is destroying me

Reflections of lights on the restless water
Mirroring the yearning in our souls
Nomads bobbing on the surface
Optimistic but never quite satisfied
Thinking ahead but incapable of dwelling in the present