I cut my hair because I was done being sad.
All that weight on my head and shoulders
All that hassle of preserving an illusion
All those memories of her.
I cut it off.

But here I am,
Sad today.

So now what do I cut.

{Voided}

Out beyond all that are seen and felt
Looking out for what maybe or could be
That never has been experienced before
The quiet imagery that’s been painted
Which traverses the line of conformity
Surrealism seems to take over
Decoding the new found reality

If everything happens for a reason why am I breaking inside
But this break is nothing but a figment of the sensory motion of my mind
I do not feel anything at all
But when I'm with you I don't feel so small.
Because these moments pass like seconds and I can't stop thinking about the time
Wishing it didn't pass and that we were suspended in it.
But everything has its limits and everything ends
It's a tragic little world we live in, isn't it?
So I'll try and find the beauty in this life and appreciate what it is before it leaves
And if you feel the same that's surely okay with me.
We are lovers and we are dreamers, we seek the impossible limit,
But, if it's with you I've already been in it.

Words just lay scattered for long
Strewn all over the mind in pieces
Unable to gather from the corners
In the darkness, they lost relevance
Scattered thoughts waiting to regroup
But the mind had wandered elsewhere
The room locked away and forgotten
Where once the heart and soul resided
Looking for happiness elsewhere
A chance incident was a commotion
And once again looking for safe haven
Standing in front of the locked room
To gather the lost pieces of words
Depraved of attention, they lost weight
Not fed with the feelings and emotion
But once again it was time to gather
The strewn away pieces, neglected
And it was time to align them
With the ink that bled within
The pen was waiting for this moment