We keep using the phrase
later on in life
A vague band-aid for the now.
But how do you define it?
When does it come?
There are no numbers.
There is no time.
People don't have time to be human
because they are waiting
for a tomorrow that won't come.
All that is certain is that later is promised.
It will come.
Whether it be a day, a week, or 22 years.
Even the seconds ticking by now
is your later coming true.
You will make it to your later.
I promise.

Precious things line leave's shadows .
Late thinking, I run my hands across my face .
Ready mother? Strong help,
She lied she's anxiety, deserves black care
Spreading out of reach.
Rest for years past belly times.
World's sun holds.
Follow the happy feelings.
Look and touch bones,
It's lonely.
There's a glowing bog
And my questions seed the mountain's fingers.

She opened my heart with melodies and maladies
And closed my eyes
With kisses
And whispers
That dispersed the doubt
Until the darkness came out
Then she left and my eyes opened like clouds
Squinting through the rain at the sunny day.

Three hours later
you're sitting downstairs
I wasn't home
I wasn't there

Three hours later
We walk to my door
I walk inside
and stare at the floor

Three hours later
I pace back and forth
you watch and I wonder
if you care anymore

Three hours later
I turn out the light
You don't want to leave
I don't put up a fight

Three hours later
you pull me back in
I need to get up
but the light is too dim

Three hours later
I know there's no use
I don't care enough
and I have no excuse

Three hours later
Three hours without you
And yet I don't mind
but I know that you do.

there are times when i watch you and think i'm watching a sunshower.
and i can't help but want to feel your every drizzle and ray against my skin.

do you know what it feels like
to be hot and cold?

tell me, upon returning...

"Returning from where, I've been right here?"

...did you gasp for breath?

"I no longer fool myself into believing that breathing was ever an option,"
-thought my hand out loud
"I merely close my eyes and concede myself to the asphyxiation."

love

*"...is my darkness of eternity."

The little white orb moved from room to room.. showing me the sadness and happines of ghost..
  But for small moments like this mean the biggest of answers..
To such questions I only asked when I was on the otherside..
I found truth where it later had to be cut out from existence that truly did not exist..
Or did it?
What I found where answers inside the fire..
Even more so when there was nothing left to burn..
I pulled branches off of dead trees and continued my midnight fire..
Just for a little longer..
The words came to me there..
The white orb is real..
It has always been there..
  In some form or the other..
And I smile because I know of the existence outside of this realm..
  I wish there is some way for me to show all of you..
But you will all see what I see soon enough..
Or later.. (SMILES)