The loneliness I face  
Will never be forgotten by my soul.  
The darkness that caught me,  
The light wind that scattered me,  
Wondering like gossip whispering near me.  
I’ve faced many waves, but none like that.  
Now fear enters my soul—  
The fear looks like a killing weapon to my soul.  

Yet still, I stand—unbroken, whole,  
With hope and fire within my soul.

I leave myself all over the place
then retrace my steps
and while I try to collect myself
there's pieces I forget

never ending possibilities
of you, and i;
tearing you apart in pieces,
scattering away your happiness.

Your thoughts are far from the ground,
Like cumulonimbus clouds thundering by
And pouring rain. 


Life seems to pass by, scattered and wispy 

with the sound of the wind like a whistling train playing
as you stare at the elusive silver lining.

The pit patter of Peter Pan being lost
dwells heavy in your heart,
As you revise the sequence of the cumulus memories.

Life paces
As you ignore the malice and bantering of the crowds
Sticking your head above up into the clouds
half-deaf to reality in the room.

You have a foot in a fairy tale,
And one in the abyss.

A trail of smoke rises,
A died down pyre,broken clay ***,
Crows eat scattered rice.

You made the stars
And
I scattered them in the sky.