Sometimes it’s not that I want to be alone, it’s that I need to be.

I need to hear nothing but my own thoughts, to hear my body breathing to remind myself that there is blood flowing through these veins.

To be able to sink back into my mind and have a conversation that doesn’t exhaust me because it’s only with myself.

Sometimes.

I just need to be me.

- L.W

Lovers babbling over miniscule things
A little boy wondering how to get out of work
The suns setting
Darkness is swallowing the sky
Everything is coming to a close
All loose thoughts disappearing from my overactive mind
As I drift into another world
A world only I can see

Oh how you speak to me through the music of others,
I then practice this pattern and continue
to preach,
how I am feeling in this way, and on this day,
when I'm at a loss for words or thought
and cannot figure out what to say,
you beseech me to begin healing,
I begin peeling, no
pulling back the surface of my soul,
hoping it will be the start of getting rid of this toll,
as painful as it is to look inside your own mind,
your broken and beaten down spirit,
desperately just trying to find guidance in
hopes that maybe one day you'll be loved
and seen as more than just,
Just another body walking amongst the
rest of mankind,
because you allow yourself to feel that
you are different,
Yet your mind continues to stay ignorant
and blind,
to your already keen eye,
for you are special, it's only a matter of
time before you realize
you're the one you've been wanting to feel
loved by,
Something that can only be seen beyond the surface of
others eyes,
And past these creatures terribly,
beautiful minds.

Introspection
The art of finding within
What you cannot live without

The smoke climbs the air
It climbs the green
It climbs his cheeks.
Like ink in water it dances, weightless
Absorbing my thoughts
It races up to the skies
Dispersed in the stars,
it kisses the black cloak and sighs as the darkness envelops it.
It passes through the thin film to another world
It becomes a whisper.

Duskland
Day's portending glow
divided by the room we're in
                           verted, lit from below
our shadows cast on ceilings loom
disfigured by the self-consuming gloom
of doom we ourselves evoked
in youth
Tooth for a tooth,
In short: revenge: the word we never spoke
As the hammer fell on his existence
Bludgeoning his dull, swollen resistance
Toward a ****** stillness
That, we hoped, would equal calm
But instead has led us
to the
Duskland

i bare myself in word-song to share
in rhythm and sound,
to release this pressure in crisp,
light notes-- palatable.
to share sordid beauty
that i've yet to understand,
to let you know you're not alone.
to dig to the core of something likely awful,
nasty, and stupid, and reason with it to
kindness and love.
i bare myself to understand
and be understood.