Silence is calling
Time to gather up my thoughts
And put them to use

Squirrel running fast
Carrying his winter food
Just waiting to hide

Suffocating, drowning,
Adrift in the maze of my mind,
Each twist and turn taking me deeper into the darkness.
Lost. Stuck.
Twisting, sinking weight in my chest.
Falling
        Down,
               Down,
No escape.
Sickness. Disgust.
Thoughts running rampant,
    Don't know what to do.
Trapped in the maze of my mind.

~ j.l.

It contains the ideal world,
Mysterious and intriguing,
Providing a means of escape,
With its tales of adventure.

The book is seen in many forms
Hard as the shelf it rests on,
Soft as the creamy pages within,
A perfect means of distraction.

After a rough day, it’s pages are welcoming,
Beckoning for you to escape.

~ j.l.

Glowing silver orb
Pale rays caressing the waves
Soothing lonely souls


~j.l.

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it