Everything it's low, but that's a word we don't know. Lights on the ceiling are telling me it's time to go.
I'm watching everything the sun's touching - feeling like I'm only brushing through this pulsing surface - resulting useless like a person rushing but without a purpose.
You should know - mine's a difficult burden, concealing it only makes my huffing worsen.
And my thoughts? They are my main concern - I wished enough for something to wash the rusting from them.
Lately I've been feeling nothing. Ruining things and running it's really lovely; I've been looking like I'm living for being lonely. Surely this time I'm feeling the fake feelings being pushed into me.
I'm done dealing with my healing, I won't kneel to anything regarding it, and I have nothing else to say. I'm walking away - to my home. It's time to go.
And now - I'm on my own - again.
I'll remember forever the words you said.

The sweeter the poison is -
the more we like to let ourselves sink in.

Carol of the bells shes the lady
in her arm chair twinkles
Any state jeweled fair
Prayers of garland birds
Zip it Zircon pardon me
December remember the stone
Triumph tanzanite  He's

"Superman Crimsonite"
Debutante Peacock turquoise
Applause noise and noise
"Princess Owl State Fair"
Violin ballantine clock
Her heart key silent night lock
The artist ceilng sings
"Cheeks divine she blushes

Silk fine print brushes"    
Pointsetta ruby wings
"Thomas Kincade" walls
Light the promenade
Princess gown wanderlust
Power pride sleigh ride
Eyes of the owl lady stunner

Plays royalty no brainer
"Princess Owl" tree topper

Sometimes, I can see them
shimmering on the edges

My vision blurs
not able to be straight on

Foreign thoughts and feelings
struggle and fight against me

Blinking hurts
even making the tiredness worse

Then a light sparkles
then another and another

Suddenly there's dancing spots
eddying around me

I try to connect one to the next
spark flitting across my room

There's too many
I get confused

The lights all begin to gather into one
beam of light as I awake the next morning

I don't mind
Traffick in the morning
Raindrops blurring
The stop lights
Into technicolour beads
The paper touch
Of the air conditioning
A butterfly kiss
Landing on my cheek

when your dreams
fall
from the sky and die
don’t blame yourself

when your hopes
bleed
out on the floor in front of you
don’t cry

when the lightbulb
fuses
and everything goes dark
it’s not your fault

It’s theirs.

They are the ones that
tug at your laces
claiming to tie them
when they really are
pulling them out
and pulling you down.

They are the ones that
appear like guardian angels
too good to be true
truly too good
then the shaft of their spear
is already through your heart.

They are the ones that
welcome themselves into
your home
and crush the lights with
their words.

They are the ones that
enter your mirrors
and claim to be you.

Although if you see yourself
then please

switch the lights back on.

Something about these flashing lights bring me home
It’s not like I’ve never seen fairy lights before
But somehow with their multiple settings, and the different ways in which they illuminate my house, distract me in the best way and make themselves known

Brings me back to waking up at 4 in the morning
Brings me back to making special food that tastes sharp, sweet and bitter all at the same time
Brings me back to rolling around in my dad’s office chair, going from jumping into the chair and bouncing around to sitting in it, prim and proper, calling myself an adult at fourteen

It’s funny that you make families wherever you go
Even if my parents are half a world away, I have my own little family to enjoy Diwali with.

It was so utterly calm outside today
The weather was lacking
And the sky was grey
No rain or sun
Maybe the sky was feeling numb
Although sleep will come
Flickering lights
The TV knows night
Eyes seduced by its temperament
Out goes my light