It’s the sun in the sky
The rain on your face
The love in your heart there is no mistake
It’s the wind in the air
Where the sand meets the shore
It’s the sound of your voice that I truly adore
It’s the moon at night
A feeling so free
It’s when you catch me staring at you
It’s when I catch you staring at me

I fill my lungs with smoke.

Hoping one day I'll choke and the breath will leave my lungs.

This breath is what everyone wants me to hold onto. Just as I want to hold on to the hope that is slowly dispersing.

Dispersing through the air. I lay bare.

My fears, lies and , truth come to life.

Surrounding me.

Screaming filling my lungs with smoke.

Telling me to choke.

she’s wide awake, saturday morning
cold sheets and purple skies
unadorned wall and a coffered ceiling
four corners hiding in disguise
shadows through the jailed metal windows
curtains flowing with alibis
an empty chair, a messy table
a piece of paper full of lies

But if home doesn’t feel like home anymore, where will I go?

If the moon doesn’t want to guide me anymore, how will I know?

And if the skies are lost like me, what will I do to make the painted colors show?

That time of the day
When you have to call it a day!

I want to escape,
from this recurring darkness
amidst the singsong voices
that I hear from my cluttered thoughts;
from the demons beneath my bed
that whisper me evil nothings
invading through the abyss of my privacy;
I am trapped in this madness
amongst my impulsive choices
that has made me so chaotic.

I want to,
but it invades and now I am haunted
keeping me distracted
and unable to sleep.