I run,
and arrive
at someplace worse.

I mend,
and end up,
more disfigured.

My circus of trying,
goes on,
and on and on...

A clown,
trailing me in glee for the fall,
cheering my weak knees on as I crawl,

I'm tempted
so tempted to drop,
But

Patience is all I've got left.

easy come
easy goes
conceal the pain
before it shows
hide the marks
before he knows
for as easy as they come
they leave so slow

A little bit of nothing can go a long way.

A little bit of quiet remembrance of the lovely past,
or perhaps a little bit of silent, spinning thoughts.

Maybe a little bit of everything that feels like nothing.
Could it be the little bit of music as we paint pictures on the canvas' of our minds?

Let's have a little bit of useless thinking to drown the white noise of our collective consciousnesses.
Indulge me in the little bit of pretty moments.

Perhaps we all need a little bit of nothing with just a touch of everything.

Whether it be the ceiling tiles in the classroom or the hospital tiles in hospice, everyone has a memory of tiles tied in.
These little square pieces that can trigger a violent vision.

However, it might not be physical tiles either.

They may be tiles your run across as you try to escape from the monster your mind creates.
The pieces falling out from under you, giving way to an immense fear.
These tiles are background characters, always looming.

The tiles we see are mere placeholders in our minds for our most substantial moments.
Do you have memories of tiles?

She's an actress
When it comes to love
Plays it out in black and white
Aren't all actors paid to lie

She puts her
Frosted makeup on
Then practices her lines
She could recite them blind

She's always up
On the big screen
When she's in a crowd
Acting out in smile

She'll have you
Begging her for more
That's just the way it goes
As the credits roll

Cause she's an actress
When it comes to love
Ask her for her autograph
But that is all you'll ever get