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 breathe with the trees

I look out the window and see the world as an illusion

dreamer dreaming on the inside, she shifts like the wind

but its all fog outside

layered with mist and murky 

evolving in a deceiving world

she walks to the edge of the earth

and jumps 

the universe catches her below

soaked in the stars and moon dust

moving with the celestial mystery of the unknown

more real than the world thats conformed

more free than the ones locked in chains

expand your wings to float in light

come alive, come alive

the heaven you dream of is yours.

and the world will keep spinning

losing its shape, losing its state.

I swim in the depths of imagination 

I paint together and blend the magic of creativity

in my heart space, find your heart space

fearless and rooted

ill fly by, to remind you of the magic within the sky

possibilities that swirl around but you’re blind to let go and surrender 

surrender your mind, surrender the fight

you battle yourself, so you can’t take flight

just one more breath and you’ll be free

to the air that holds space within the trees

to the waves that crash with the ocean breeze

and when you wake up

dont forget to shine

a new world that awaits

and exists without time.

***

The Bricks We're Made Of

People are just shadows,

Silhouettes in the dark of a lamp lit room.

We don't really see anything but the wall we're cast on.

Our sudden movements, drawing motions like mere wind.

And everything that is golden is always buried in the last box.

Maybe that's why so many people create their own and fill it with jewellery. 

We hear about stories of the rainbow, and magic fairies from another land.

And we always believe or cling to the hope without the existence of it's presence.

If we could break down the wall,

Maybe we could land amongst another planet.

If we could break down the wall,

Maybe we could escape our sullen shadows.

Break away with the switch of a light, and enter a valley of Eden.

Self-Murder

What is in my head is hurting, is aching.
You don't know what they do to me.
And you just hope for me to stay submerged.

In this ocean, of fear, darkness, and insomnia.

"Kill. Yourself. Death. Die. Dying."
They whisper.

And I have no way to escape.
I once assumed death is my way out.
Of this trap I am consumed by.

If I could find the way to break free
I will never be coming back here.