Our actual presence here is mystery
And do we really want to know
Why we live, why we die ?
Is it really worth it ?

I'm confronted to death all the time
My work englobes taking care of pain
But I can't manage mine
And now, I'm the family of the dead.

What do say to someone who's now alone ?
Where do we go after we're dead ?
"Did he suffer, when he died ?" How do I know ?
And why do we really want to know ? What if it's yes ?

What is life ? What's the purpose of living?
Don't you wanna try, living a dead's life ?
What does he see now, where did he go ?
I just wish him to be in peace.

wishing you could see how valuable i could be
how much i care
how i stop and stare
whenever i see you
and you see right through me

maybe, if it's ok to say now, I still dance alone to the melody you put inside of my mind.

scratches on the splits of a turning black vinyl, a little out of tune perhaps, and skipping to the chorus at times unexpected.

my bare feet jump around this effervescent tune, afraid of taking the wrong step, not following your lead.

and as the song slows, as it comes to an end, I delicately observe the ringing remnants left dangling around our heads...

forever gone, but a hazy redolent all the rest.

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-

It seems that I'm
The revolving door
Standing between you
And your favorite store

It's not me you came to see
And yet here I am
Spinning 'round and 'round all day
Each time, at your every command

But you never stay
You're just passing through
You look right through me
At the treasure, loved by you

But I'm a person
I am not a door
Here for your convenience
While you find what you look for

Spinning and spinning
Has led me nowhere
I'm done being your door
I'll be treasure elsewhere

Anything that does not promise any progress,
be it in the long run or short term,
is really not worth my time.
The value of time is too immeasurable
for it to be wasted on
anything.

I love you
she told you
you just smiled
never said a word

I love you
she's in love with you
you hugged her
said thank you

I love you
she cried
you wiped her tears
everything's gonna be fine

I love you
she had her make up on
you held her hand
and walked

I love you
she wore a dress
you touched her hair
said let's go

I love you
she wrote on a letter
you kept it
hid it under your bed

I love you
she waited for you
you had her
but not with her

I love you
said you love her too
it's too late
she loves herself more

Do not take me as I am
I am not the person you wish me to be
I am lost, in the search of clarity.
Ironic though it must be.

You don't know
you're beautiful
because
he never told you.

You don't know
your words matter
because
he never listened.

You don't know
the strength of your heart
because
he always broke it.

You don't know
you can bloom
because
his words were always a drought.

You don't know
the truth
because
he always lied.

You don't know
because
he never did either,
but i do.

Let me help you find out,
please.