A Silent Snowfall

I used to think the world is big.

I used to believe in fate.

In purpose.

All these things people look for and never find,
All these things relied on,
Because you don't know how to go on without them.

It's a god damn miracle your here,
But that doesn't mean your here for a reason.

The Hourglass Collector

I stare into time, as if it isn't alive.
And I wonder what to do with it's lifeline. If it is.
If this is it.

How much more oxygen is left in it's tank,
What new characters will arrive in the chapters of my life next year.

This could just be a prologue to another prologue.
And i'm the only reader.

I light a candle every night.
And meditate into my soul.

I see my own light, and ask it questions.

But the final answer, doesn't seem to be around.

I'm ready to live my purpose,
But I don't know what it is.

I stare into time.
Living in dreams, because I don't know which one is mine.

Connective Tissue

I awake to find,

Your taste left on my skin,

I forgot to pull down the shades.

And when it rains, it's brittle

Because the light overpowers shadows.

I enjoy even the silent moments,

But your a flight across the country.

And i'm a light year into space.

I broke apart your shaded doubt,

The place you'll never be without.

It's Not A Tale

You handed me a telescope,
And told me what I saw in the sky, was mine.

There were comets, planets, and the entire magic of the world beyond us.

I always dreamt of you in dreams, through time.

But I realized what I saw in that moment, was everything
If I could show you the expansion my heart has built for you,
I wonder what you'd say.

I accept the dust of you, because even that part of you sparkles.

You.
Are the stars.

This.

Is infinity.

The Only Known Battlefield

Two flowers grew together,
They once whispered to each other
And swayed in unison
With the wind...

The definition
Is only love
When they bloom together until both petals fall completely.

I'd rather be a flower in a field,
Than a soldier in Armageddon.

Conscious

I never needed to pull the sun from the sky,
It just hid between clouds.

I cried, because I couldn't understand.
I cried because I didn't know who I am.

Sometimes being lost,
Finds you in the greatest places.

You know who you are,
Just get up in the morning.

A Manuscript

Its okay not to breathe,
Or forget how to speak.

We can all see your hearts faded to lead.

Even if you can't see enough to read,
Just hold my pages till they fold.

I'll do my best not to tear in your arms,
If you do your best to make it to the last page.

And I hope that you'll store me,
Back onto a shelf.

It keeps me sane to be here, even if you decide not to ever hold me again.

Metamorphosis

I thought we were intelligent.
Comical and belligerent.
Saying words that don't exist,
Reading books, and losing it.

Inside, outside.

It looks different from both views.

I can feel the changing.
The wrapping and escaping.
I can feel the unravel,
Of becoming.
Born.

Out of the layers that turn to crisp.
Flies out a butterfly in the mist.

And this is the part you've been waiting for,
You can call me sunshine.

The Neurological Cave

A soul trapped in a human body. Living a human experience. But I’m always searching for my soul. I think that is the part of us we keep forgetting. And I also think that part of us is infinite. Humanity is temporary for this existence. Maybe next I’ll be the make-up of a nebula. But live through your soul. And you’ll live your life differently. When you breathe, realize it is life. The breath of life. This universe is our holding. This present is a chapter. Who knows how many other places we’ve been. Or how many other beings we’ve lived to be. I wonder if we’re truly separated in each lifetime. Or if family is a part of us. Permanent. In every life time. Recyclable and eternally connected? Energy and and air, everywhere. We are literally everywhere. And you can read every book. But I think it’s impossible to figure this one out.

It’s as simple as creation.

Gemini

You've driven miles away.
You're still gone, when your in the room.

What has love done?
That is all you say it is.


But your side effects look toxic.

And you've been counterfeit. 

The Perspective of the Introvert

I believe I imagined out of imagination.
Where trees dip low and look like animation.

Hills come into view and storms fall into drains.

Roads decay and ashes stray.

And we know that there is no need to be afraid,
But the way the world spins, these thoughts are made.

It's not a choice to be here,
It is miraculous.

Behind closed eyes,
Another world arrives.

And perhaps we're all drifting,

In and out

Of chaotic dreaming.