you sound like a writer
with a realism decipher
and a heart left on clearance
while you’re trying to turn the lights on

An incessant
Lament radiates
Off of my
Rattling bones,
Echoing in
My hollow chest,
And at times
I cannot seem to
Hold myself
Tight enough to
Stifle the sound
That it makes

I flow with the wind, move with sound, feel the rhythm as
I listen to the beat, drums echo within my being as if
An outer body experience I have yet not comprehended,
I surrender my soul to thee acoustic of the universe,

I tried to unite with the materialistic world I am conceived
Upon yet it never moved me to self discovery yet another
Confused being, I was trying to understand self though pain
And hatred it is the  burden I conceived upon thee.

“They say no man can live alone” I know that’s true yet
Understand things ain't the same no more material comes
First then friendship or love, funny u got to pretend instead
Of Just being yourself, then what about your happiness.

Listen I'm not lonely I choose to be alone so I could better
Apprehend self, I don’t flow with the crowd yet where
The wind takes me, I don’t listen to the flock yet food for
Thoughts, I'd never surrender my dreams nor goals over
Negativity as long this universe offers me wisdom…

People.
They're like the weather.
Not all sunny days are warm.
Not all rainy days are relaxing.
Not all stormy days are intimidating.
Not all warm days are enjoyable.
Not all foggy days are thick.
Not all snowy days are ugly.

People...
They can be extremely predictable or not predictable at all.

If colors could represent moments and feelings
I’d be a cold soft grey
Timeless in every way
Constant with each day
So quiet in a room full of loud tones
And vibrant shades
Setting the tone for distant memories
And gloomy days