And now the heavens have opened with a wonderous explosion,
The universe has awoken and I felt it crash into me.
A tremendous force of dangerously raw emotion,
The culmination of all things, the entirities of entirety.

To seek common needs no more and for more and more I have no need,
My eyes are firmly shut to selfish reprise, and from the conditions of meaningless deeds for senseless greed I am freed.

No more fake.

I’m awake!


I am Jimmy.

You sliced through the seven layers of skin on my chest,
Smoothly,
You cracked my ribs,
Gently.
Blood spurted out,
You absorbed it,
Kindly.

The whole time,
I surrendered to you,
In awe,
And thought to myself,
"How am I not in pain?"

When you finally found my heart,
Raw and bare,
Offering itself to you,
Desperately,
You left,
Masterfully rejecting,
What you so intentionally earned.

At first I was numb,
But now it's worn off,
And I inescapably feel,
Every ounce of pain,
You inflicted,
To open me up.

So here's the question:
Do I leave my heart here,
Or do I sew myself up?

In the very same emotion that's broken my heart.
I have found smile in the replacement of grief.
Of all things pretty.
Your smile is still one that heals all pain.
As the moment currently stands.
To fully understand your opinion.
For the moment I am open & free.
Perhaps more than I have ever been.
Your smile being saving grace.
The wind against my face in a moment of stillness.
In the very same emotion. Your smile the most beautiful scar I'd ever remember.
Not at all ugly or painful reminder.
But a time I forgave.
Her smile the biggest contributor

Once,
I had a dream,
you and I,
sharing the rest of our lives.

I had a dream,
where you could not hear me
screaming.

I wake up,
unease,
looking for you all over.

I wanna wake up
when you come back.
Too late for being dreaming about it.

We fell down into fighting.
You were always the first giving up.
I get used to close the doors,

you leave open in me.

I don't dream about us anymore,
happening in the way I wanted to.

Glass renders it silent,
its movements make sweet music.
Its song remains unshared
until someone, the window, opens.