The one that can save any human,
someone in the littlest distress,
or someone in the most.

You saved her.

You've saved everyone you've come into contact with.
As for the one you couldn't save; it constantly reminds everyone of someone, someone who can't be and shouldn't be gone.
The affect it put on you, the look in your eye when you drift off into the distance.

Sometimes superman needs his own super hero saving.

He lives in the corners of her brains.
Eats away what she doesn't want to know, what he won't let her know
He lives in the corners of her lungs.
Eats away what toxins that are left from the freshness of the air she absorbs, what he wont let her absorb.
He lives in the corners of her soul.
Eats away the cravings and past damages of her life, what he doesn't want her to feel.
Simon is;
What Mary Thinks
What Mary Absorbs
What Mary Feels

This thing, all things devours; Birds, beasts, flowers
                                                       Gnaws iron, bites steel
                                                       Grinds hard stones to meal
                                                       Slays kings, ruins towns
                                                       And beats high mountains down.

Dreaming can improve the imagination so the reality of it all doesn't seem so raw and cold to the touch. Feeling yourself completely drift off, so peacefully. It's a suicide mission everyone survives. But having your eyes half closed nothing can be accomplished. Dreams seem real, life like, as if someone was chasing you. As if someone was hurting you. As if someone had you under all their control. As if someone wanted your dreams and you, dead.

Some people have different outlets.
Some people run to clear their head, some people cut.
Every release, is the mind relaxing, in the most simplest way the body can find.
To help the mind get rid of the darkness that overwhelms and clouds judgement,
decisions,
courage,
power.
Some people call this darkness, fear.
Yet no matter what outlet someone has, you can't run or sing or cut away fear that your mind holds. Fear shows humans that the world isn't always good and positive. Without a bad day, how would we as humans know what a good day is?

He was the apple I took a bite out of,

savored every droplet of juice that squished out of every bite.
He was the sculpture I touched so softly,

felt every line and bump that my fingers ran over countless times.
He was the boundaries that I climbed over,

adventurous and reckless not worrying about a care in the world.
I was to hungry, I was to longing for touch,

I was to young to know he was a forbidden fruit.
Something I should have never touched.

A soul is being able to exist in earth. Being able to feel and consider yourself a beautiful creature that was put here for a reason. A soul is something that has all of you in once place and it already knows everything you like and the emotions you carry and the moves you make. It's the brain for our whole body and why you do the things you do. It's a map that you don't know, but it knows.

Your soul is what makes a human  
a human,
a cat  
a cat,
a fish
a fish.

It will never stop happening, turning a shoulder.
Left then right
It feels like cement blocks, it paralyzes you and so it should.
When you find something that amazing, that just simply words will never describe.
It will never be easy when you turn.
Your heart kicks you back.
It's stronger than anything.
Incredibly, it will always over power and see over anything.
Left then right
You can't do it, that's why it's only until next time.

It seemed that it was only after you had laid on me,

that I could start to make you comfortable.

Then you wanted to go to bed with me every night,

because it was so **** easy for you to get on top of me.

An induced trigger by what is thought to be proper,
healthier then the other options.
Wide eyes and wandering thoughts,
distracting everything from anything.
The taste and the rush.
Followed by the numbness and silence.
That beautiful noise that only happens,
when the dependent comes into play with
a precious mind
a heavy soul
a broken heart.

i changed from liquid to powder,
Now that you're gone?


powder was to much of a memory

Cheers.

I want to tell you i miss you
But im more frightened by the thought of your responce
I remember all these things
Dancing in the living room,
Dancing by the campfire,
Dancing in the streets.

You still have my heart but i could never tell you that.

Its a memory captured forever, in its own little flat object, that can be torn with the slightest touch.
Sometimes its all we have left of a previous adventure or maybe the night that no one remembers.
Humans need to treasure these moments for as long as they can, some might not want to because of reasons, others might not be able to control what they forget.
Memories will fade and turn into nothing, photos will fade too, but they go black and white and stay forever.

I 'm happy that you're happy.

vengeance will get you nowhere.