The mind wanders
Towards the empty blue
Even in winter
Some flowers bloom
Soft pinks and oranges show not all life is lost
A few remaining cicadas buzz while tuis sing their songs
The grass is still green
Sometimes it rains for days
Leaving puddles to glisten when night becomes day
The sun beckons
Not yet too harsh
The mind wanders on this type of day
It is moments like these when the pain fades away

This cold is so numbing
It makes the pain go away
My mind feels it endlessly
Makes me wonder what it all means
Everything feels empty without the touch of your lips
Is life worth living if I'm a walking abyss
It gets better
I tell myself
It will get better day by day
But sometimes I wonder
What If I make it all go away

Six like-minded people
All in one room
A revolver on the table
What will we do

Into the nighttime
Away with my friend
It only follows when the sun warms my skin
This night feels lonely
No stars can be seen
The air is so still that
I could forget how to breathe
This night is so empty
But it feels so nice
With these thoughts in my mind
It must be time to write
...

Nighttime has come
The sun long succumb
A pale resemblance took its place
Looking down upon us
While most of us sleep
And the rest stay up thinking
If I do not document these thoughts
The night will not leave me

Why does being so close to death
Make you feel so alive?
Sometimes I think to myself why I spend all my time inside
The cold has never felt so numb
The stars have never seemed so far apart
I wonder if things will change
Some flowers take years to bloom
Others wilt away in days
The terrifying thought I have
Is that maybe these thoughts will never go away

All these faces come and go