Its night's encapture that provokes thoughts.

numerically life makes sense
sequences trace the path
of least resistance, where solutions
are least tense.
numerically I can see the patterns,
they guide our breaths. I try to rest.

it gets intense. gut tense. tight. breathing helps.
the obvious release.

synch
complete. energy replete only to rise again.
charging with my twin, seeing him. that grin.
charging for the days ahead, the weak bodies
need cures.
synchronicity leads us to Her, she has
it all.
leaving nothing behind, until it too falls.

and as the season changes, and the year
cycles again,
firmament expanding within, vision then begins to cloud
and dampen. the synergistic flow within strengthens.
visions provide the options.
the energy flow slows, perception now
mandatory. the days grow darker
rebirth on the other side of winter.
I await anxiously, patiently,

recharging….

I stare into the well,
                                          Not feeling very well,
                                              Grabbing the vine,
                                                        Her­e I climb,
                                                               The vine snaps,
                                                          ­         cracks, and makes me trapped,
                                                        ­                      Oh just if,
                                          I could possibly fly,
                                Fly myself out of this dungeon,
                                    I have nothing to defend myself with,
                                                     If I find myself out of this maze,
                                    Press the replay button,
            On my life's screen,
the tears run from my eyes,
if they are even afraid of me,
oh how i try so very hard,
if Possibly,
just possibly,
I could possibly just fly.

You say Im lonely by choice.
But do you know, that Im trying my best to just get up everday?
You say Im boring and stuck up.
The truth is that my mind is a constant noise and my thouughts are killing me.

You see me alone all the time, and maybe think I don't have any friends.
But how could I, when I never say the right thing?
You never bother to say hello, not that I do it either...

So do you really know the shy girl who hides in the back of the classroom.