Roots

The plane preparing for take-off,
Fell to the ground.

The girl waiting for the boy,
Walked away.

The clock flying by,
Stopped working.

The world eternally spinning,
Ended.

The blood pulsing through your veins,
Came to being still.

The loss in your heart,
Disappeared.

The love of your life,
left.

But the roots that clench into the ground.
Hold you together.
Piece by piece and branch by branch.

You will become a forest, a battle,
endless growing, reaching to the height of a drifting cloud.

Trees that are soliders
Fighting, pulsing
Roots digging, deeper. Into the ground.
And you will never move, and you will never become lost.

Stop

When you start to believe in nothing,
When you start to say good bye
When you start missing
When you start crying,
and give up trying.
When this feeling never stops,
and almost everything feels as if it isn't real and happening.

The world is spinning,
while your watching.

And you are left to save yourself,
But you don't know
where to start
where to end..

If there were a button that said "stop"
Who would hesitate to push it?