Words so safe,
So sweet,
Like oxegyn,
After prolonged suffocation,
I breathe them in,
The words,
Flood my lungs,
But there are never enough

Maybe I'm shooting in the dark.
Maybe I'm shooting at something that's not really there.
It doesn't feel fair
that I have to be
such a lousy shot.

I'm not a robot.
I'm not calculating.
I'm not cold and defining.

I might be running through rivers of black ink.
I might be breathing in the noise.
I might be doing anything at all, but I don't think
I could fail to notice.

I'm not just ignorant,
I know what's happening,
but I can't admit anything at all.
I'd rather fall

into the staining, screaming streams
that claw at my callused feet.
I'm running
with no street
to follow.

The shining ink's close
to me, but it's not
how I want to go.

I really am flailing at nothing,
but I realize
I was never breathing words,
I was breathing in these thick and heavy woods.

I can't keep running.
I've destroyed that part of myself.
I keep the perfect things on a shelf
where I can't reach them.

Please, tell me again
how I am not breathing in
your words like oxegyn.

My lifeline, my lifeline.
I can't find it.
I'm drowning, I'm drowning.

Pulling muscle and
refusing to keep it down
preparing to drown.

This world is outrageous! Like the plague it's contagious! Such hurt and pain! It's all such a shame everyone only looking out for their own self gain! In a world like this it's hard to even try when everyone you have ever met has made you cry. You can feel the fire burn within you. But in a world full of oceans it's a miracle to ever find someone with who you can share all of your emotions. When suddenly out of nowhere someone reaches into your soul and you loose all control. Like an avalanche in the mountains your walls start crumbling to the ground. Suddenly this person reaches into your soul with no fear of the flames. Then out of no where this world suddenly doesn't seem so cold. They are the oxegyn that breathes life into your soul! Like a high speed chase your life speeds out of control. A beautiful chaos. The perfect storm. The rain pours and the thunder roars you can feel the surge of power tingling on your skin giving you the strength to open your eyes in the darkness once again. They are the lighting that sparks your fire giving light once again in this dark world we live in. Like a river that meanders it's way to the sea. You are letting out all your secrets even the untold. You float your way through every valley with each hill only making you stronger. They encourage you as you stumble along. You finally realize that with them by your side you can pick up your stride. You pick up your pace as the wind flows along your face. You finally start to realize this world isn't such a hideous place. You remember the beauty that is only pictured in a children's storybook. Their love gives you reason to keep reading till the very end.