You're a whirlwind of chaos that calms my choppy seas; a balance to both of our rough waves.

A solid rock to lean on.
A never judging soul.

Someone who can roll a joint and is willing to pack a bowl.
A constant in many equations and an ever changing variable that mystifies & mesmerizes during all of our relations.

The way you move with the waves of the world, the music of nature, and the groove of the 'verse can only be cited as a blessing and a curse.

For all of this, I'm extremely grateful.
For you're a wonder of nature and our meeting was fateful.

Is this what you’re looking for- some comprehensive clearance?
Darling, I've died a hundred times in my head
You run a knife through me, it wouldn't make a difference
I am already dead.
But maybe it’s your turn now
For it seems you’re too alive
Turn around, take that final bow
Give that last hi-five.

They've weeded you out
There’s nothing left in you to bloom
Does your life revolve around doubt?
It’s alright, you’ll be gone very soon.

Right, left, front and back again
Why are you dodging the bladed lunge?
Don’t be scared, courage is a thing you need to attain
Hold my hand honey, we’re going to take this plunge.

We sat in the middle of the tunnel, cold rails under us while we drowned in darkness. The faint light coming from either side gave a false hope of comfort as though maybe you'd see a silhouette of some ethereal shadow-creature before it struck.

Drips dropped from the rocky surfaces and echoed, faintly, & ever so often; just often enough to remind us that time was passing.
The wisps of smoke that danced away from the tip of the blunt vanished into the darkness as easily as we had, our faces only visible when the orange ember surged to life during each inhale.

We sat and we spoke, and when we weren't speaking we were listening to the silence that resonated in between those dripdrops of condensation.

As full of smoke as the tunnel, we trudged our way back towards that faint wall of light that marked the edge. The invisible rails that had been our seats slowly crept back into existence as we moved on, more light slipping in between the darkness we had been inhabiting.

The silence took his cue and bowed out gracefully as the conversations of insects and nearby highways began, leaving us with each other as we continued on our way.

Why are my desires only ever existent in flashes, never to come to fruition, never more than simple dashes.

A temporary tease, a taste of it all; a bit to just lift me enough so I fall.

How do I reach a dream when I'm always waking up? Too tired to try for a lifestyle too tough.