I’m playing piano in an empty ballroom,
Dozens of unoccupied chairs scatter the floor.
My fingers glide across the surface of the keys,
Rhythmically striking black and white.
As I pound away a stray cat enters the room,
She hears the gentle chords and comes closer.
The loneliness of the room fades away,
With the company of my feline friend.
She rests her head on my lap as I play for her,
The cat purrs to show her appreciation for my music,
This feeling of purpose fills me with euphoria.
As I begin to play a new song,
She gets up and walks towards the door.
Out of fear for losing my companion,
I start to relentlessly slam on the piano,
Playing louder and louder.
She stops and hesitates in the doorway,
Ears perking up she looks towards me,
Giving me hope that she may come back.
Lightning flashes outside temporarily illuminating the room,
And in that moment she is gone.
Once again I sit in an empty room surrounded by nothingness,
Nobody to listen to me play.

I walked through the garden of Eden
I smelled you before I ever saw you
You’re scent sweeter than even the freshest of roses
This aroma more delicate than any I’ve ever witnessed
My nose led me to you
And when my eyes spotted you
I knew that it was the beginning of the end
Deep inside me it was clear it wasn’t meant to be
You were a forbidden fruit of which my lips were never to touch
My tongue prohibited from ever learning of your flavor
But how could I not try a bite
Like Adam and Eve I had to learn for myself
just how sweet life could be
I couldn’t resist reaching for the fruit
But the moment I put the sweet delicacy to my lips
it was already too late
The color drained from my face
And my stomach sunk
I fell to the ground shaking
The life leaving my body
I took a chance with you
And it made me colder

Happiness is a friend who left me on read
Purpose ignored my snapchat
Complacency blocked me

I found new friends
But I don't like them much

Loneliness tells me jokes, at my cost
Sadness cuddles with me, but her touch is cold
Humility points out my strengths
and my flaws

I want my old friends back
-

When the seasons change
Will you change yours too
Will you lose your leaves
Or will you hold true
Will your limbs grow bare
And shed all color
Or will you keep your hair
And be my evergreen

Sitting in a room full of things
But the things are just things and they don’t mean a thing
Because a person is not a thing
They are a person
And a person is just a compilation of memories and feelings
But if a person is no longer making memories or feeling things
Then they are just the reflection of a person
And reflections are just what you see in a mirror
And a mirror is just a thing
And things don’t mean a thing
I am a thing in a room full of things

we are all digging graves
under some distant hazy
sunset,
somewhere,
anywhere.

the sun never really truly sets.

so what is left to
interject with when
anyone says something
about suffering
having no
end?