The minutes of the clock in front of me blink like seconds
Slowly falling asleep, my blankets hide my pupils
At first there is just black
Then random colors begin to splat across my mind like a crazed artist with a blank canvas
Blue and red wage war to gain the control of my vision
A growing green circle pushes all color away, proving to be the most worthy
As my mind beings to grow tired of this battle, it travels to a new path
Images of art begin to rush through my head
I see a stary knight, a giant wave, or even an elephant
A desire to draw develops within me
But my hands cannot match the beauty created by my mind
My thoughts drift away as my brain shuts off, the sporadic thoughts dissapear
The shoulders of this brain are covered and a drool puddle forms
The color seeps out of my images until all I see is black once again...
That is until I begin to dream

it stays on your mind
unwilling to leave your head
unable to escape
it's a blessing and a curse
maybe it's presence is wanted
you do not want the thought to vanish
you want it to root itself in the furthest corners
you become fixated on every small detail
the more you think the more it grows on you
but it starts to eat away at you
it's all you can think about anymore
you have blissfully lost control
slowly losing and drifting away
you have become overwhelmed
but it doesn't matter
how can't it matter?
Because you love it

In between two mirrors opposing one another lays a metaphysical space
Revealing the alternate dimensions of endless choices
Turning one way, half of me is defiant
Giving the other mirror attention, my other half is captivated by another
Different paths show possibles future
The consequences of my decisions stretch further then my eyes can see
I feel the blood surging within my veins from my climatic beating heart as the paranoia consumes me
The sensation is overwhelming but a sudden realization relieves me
These glass walls mean nothing to me as they are just imprisonments of possibilities
My desires don’t lie in the future but are right now. Nothing I want lies within the mirrors of complexity
I turn to my left and see everything I ever wanted. I see my future, my mind, my life, my everything
I became a hound who lost the scent of reality
My senses are at a euphoric high as I stop looking into the mirror
The rest of me follows my actions and one by one, they look away

Crying is shown as a sign of weakness
In fact, it is the total opposite of that
It is a gateway to be true to yourself
It expresses thoughts that should not be contained
The salty droplets of your eyes contain feelings that wait to drop off your cheek
My eyes water up from time to time
A million images race through my head creating a stream of rushing emotion that is building up at the dam of reluctance
A song, a movie, a loss, a love, a goodbye, a regret, a food, a fear, an experience, a thought, a drive down the road, a girl
It is unable to be stopped and the waterfall expels out of my eyes
Crying should not be feared, but accepted
It shows care and love
It helps me deal with pain
As disgusting as some may view it
I find it to be absolutely beautiful

I watch as the rain falls down
Each drop is the slow fall of every obstacle, waiting to meet you
As I sit under shelter I see the water shade everything it desires
It takes no mercy on any prisoner it lays its eyes on
But I am protected from the rain and its sheer coldness
The stream of water on the pavement chases after my feet
But I step away, avoiding the pain
The beauty of the rain tempts me, reminding me that I am a coward
There is nothing to fear
The damp grass, cloudy sky, moist air welcome me
It wants to shower me in love
The droplets of life only want to hold me
The rain is opening its arms and inviting me into relief
I step out...

My warmth inside has drained away
The feelings I held on tight to have became
lost in the breeze
The music-deafening wind not only physically beats me down but also strips me of what I want to hear
I strive for the days that the heat isn’t hiding and the sun peaks out
But the sheer cold makes it hard to breathe, telling me to go back home
I become so aggravated I keep on pushing just to show defiance
The evidence of my fatigue and mental suffering becomes clear as it drops off my face
The mix of heat and frigid times contort my sensations, making me lost
But I must conceal what I feel so I run towards whatever my eyes are on
My mind goes blank, I have become numb