Sunday, September 25, 2011

Places

In a place where fairytales exist
Only because of creation.
Imagination.

Not in reality.

In a place where love breaks,
But you thought it would last forever.

In a place where time stops,
Because it leaves without us.

In a place where death is just a dream,
Life was precious.

We're all given torches, flashlights.
A map for guidance.

Where do we go when we lose it.
Thinking inside the box, traps you from getting out.

When you know there's no such thing, but here and now.
Don't wish it all away.


1 comment:

S. said...

This is so eloquent. I'm absolutely in awe.

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...