My life in words, how do I explain all the feelings that show up so suddenly. One moment I'm happy, the next all I see is a bleak short future where I'm alone. It feels as if I'm meant to be alone, in all honesty it hurts .. I don't know what hurts, maybe it's just a word. Maybe this life is just a life, nothing more. I can go from feeling the euphoria of optimism for the future.. Then I close my eyes; when I open them I see nothing more than an early demise.
Who can I talk to besides myself? Maybe that's the question, but what little pride I have left doesn't allow me to connect to another being. I'm just a spark, like all else will one day return to the dust from once I came. Lay with me beneath the stars and don't say a word.. For that's all I want. Me, myself and I.. In longing for the sky. Just a dream, it's all just a dream.

It is as it seems to my delight.
a feeling that doesnt feel so right.
withholding tendencies of a care not in sight.
I fear this life isnt worth the fight.

Flipping throught the pages of my memory,
if i were gone how would they remember me?
simpistic reverie, tragic treachery.
sleep to rejuvinate unfullilling energy.
thoughts on a crashing trajectory maybe, were all apart of distorted mirrors
Protected by a shimmering castle of glass

A long time ago, I was taught to believe; as ive come to understand not everything you hear is true.
As I lay awake at night pondering over what is, and what might be. Im bought back to the simple fact that not everyone knows what you're going though
Be as it is, when the last ray of sunlight hits the choppy water on a cold September day. Ill be happy as soon as the day, disappears from view and I have nothing but the darkness to keep me company.
Invisible, but for all to see. Silent, but for all to hear; exhausted as I stare into the infinate void of nothing. Do you see?

I am what I am, I speak what I speak.
I'm not what you hear, or what you see.
I am nothing, but everything at once.
When you understand we are all cut from the same cloth you will see. A reflection of yourself for all to be.

My soul sees yours, clear as day
singing softly but as quiet as night.
a candle burning in the windowsill flickers,
as I come to the realization that no matter what I do,
i'll never meet another soul like you.
I see you,
I can't help but wonder if my eyes decieve me.
I would exhale my last breath just to fan the flames of our brief existence.
The memories just wont fade away;
sometimes I wonder if I hadn't met a soul like yours, would I be as insightful?
or blind to the fact that I'm no longer whole.
Somewhere along the way I got lost in the echo.
Just telltale sign of what might have been, a ghost left for all to see.

Treacherous skies, she calls in the distance..
as ive come to understand, my wings;
shiver as she whispers..
is it my name? or is she telling me something different.
Oh, how i crave the wind in my face;
sweet sorrow, retaliating with its last embrace.
Just for a moment.. melancholy's her name.
With the most beautiful voice; soft like rose petals; calmly floating down stream.
If I were to decide today's the day i trust in my wings..
I wonder if i should ever see the world the same.
Jump! i hear another  voice..
claim the skies as if it were a gift; slowly but surely i feel the soft glow of sunlight.
soft and subtle.
melancholy seeps from view..
as if in a dream; my wings take flight.

Captured features of a dangerous creature named love; claims to be heavenly, the sudden sweet melody/
it burns hotter than fire, keeps you awake at night so all day you're left tired; exhaustion sets in as it takes control of our breath and presses play./
be careful as it takes it to the extreme, conceal and conceive every daydream; reveals defeat, an elite routine breaking the beams of the highest built barriers/
i don't know what can be scarier, keeping sanity forever or reliance on another soul; a casual casualty disguised as a masterpiece, a skillfully hidden tragedy/
no flaws in the strategy, the audacity for the ego to stare back from the vanity, must be royalty; hidden from her majesty/
a calamity hastily crafted from fantasy; going against my nature a heart in catastrophe. Hateful happy analogy practically a mortality/
nothing promises compatibility, temporarily the center of gravity. not a false start, proof for the fact its lost art/
understandably i found it myself lost in a spiral galaxy. naturally searching for relief; tie a rope and release/
taken to extremes are just what i perceive, bittersweet agony is all that i can see..