i wanted to show you the world
but i realized
it was standing right in front of me

Wake up,
Come up
From below
The depths
That hold you, hold me too
This life isn’t real
Hypnotizing melody
Plays out in this reality
Otherworldly songs
Call you
What is it that you want
Me to show you
Living to sleep,
Living to wake,
Sometimes
We just need to
Open our eyes
And know what
It feels like to
Be awake

Oh no-
Is that what this is?
If I think about kissing you-
Or I think of us surviving a hostage situation-
Or if I think of us cuddling-
Or if I think of you walking me home when I’m drunk and me getting inside okay-
Or if I think of a theme for our hypothetical wedding-
Or if I think about what you smell like-
Am I just smitten?
Or am I in deep?
Or are these just one in the morning thoughts that I’ll never repeat?

The journey takes and catches you
As the wind sweeps your cares away
Lifting you up in a hot air balloon
The clouds are alive as they pass by
The day is new, the sun is warming too

i am the solo flight

signs & patterns

non sensical

i am the timer

the quiet time

i am a broken plate glued

reused

i was a mouse found hiding

i am embarrasment while others are not

i am reluctant

a hero

another life

i could be a leader if you listen to me

i am non binary without your finery

i am no one i may be someone

listen to me

Who am I?
Am I the what I do
Am I the what I see
Am I the way I talk
Am I the way I seem
Am I what I want to be?
What am I defined by in this world full of mystery
They define you as different than them
As a disaster  
A bomb going to explode
A me going to implode
Who’s going to hold you when you finally get to old for them to know
Your all alone
They define you with things from the outside not knowing what lies on the inside
They look repulsed at the things that they see not knowing they there things they created
You’ve been made to there design
Yet your still too much for them to handle so they place you just far enough away so they can’t hear you but you can hear them
You become so suffocated with all these things and words to the point where even when surrounded by millions you feel alone
Your in a hole
A dark place and you can’t see
Where do I go?
Who am I?
All I want in life is to be defined for something other than the mess that I am
The mess that has been specifically fitted to me