I see myself as I was...

as I began.

You are me...

back then.

I am you...

now.

Is there one, is there two, is there three of us?

At times, confused by the trembling voices.

No longer afraid to feel your sadness.

Where there was once a picture there is empty space.

A bare table...

only chipped wood and faded paint remain.

The photo gone...

misplaced.

It reminds me of a time when night after night shouts led to nothing and I wasn't sure which...

I dare not think I know at all.

How can I know?

I am just a passing glance.

I know a bit about a windy day,

but what are rustles but a giggle as the wind breezes through?

I know of bees and pollination,

but the buzzing bee may talk of crops and I just can't understand.

The blinking stars may hide cities from afar.

How can I know?

I know biology and how life is made,

yet fingers and toes create from nothing in a goddess's form.

How can I...

Truth lies hidden, buried with the dead
The essence of our living, written but not read
When you stop to listen do you hear the anger and the pain?
And when you close your eyes do you see the devil reign?

The oceans lap up, reaching for the moon
Reflecting each other, creating a cocoon
An oval mess of colors and souls' burdens as they cry
Trapped in between the waters and the sky
In every corner, shadows slink about and creep
...

Not sure

But, it feels like I'm flying.

Smiling.

Twirling.

Perhaps I'm falling.

Pry my eyes open.

Gotta watch

This drug.

It can be potent.

Duck my head.

From all these heavy

Rocks and stones

Falling from fearful

Open skies.

I have

Eyes

In the back

Of my head.

But, up ahead

All is dark.

I'm blindfolded

In the front.

But, I can see behind me just fine.

My unwavering past

Trailing,

Sleeking,

Never leaving

Me.

Am I alone here?

I can't stop

Walking on.

But, I co...

Cough the scratch in your throat

Swallow the lump

You're desert parched

The world is blurred through flooded eyes

Blink, quick, so no one sees

But who would?

You're all alone here.

How can that be?

There are people all around

The buzz of chatter

So loud

You can't make out any words

But no one looks to you

A sunken stone-

your heart plunges to your stomach

Something's wrong

Move your feet!

Get out of there!

Grab someone!

Shake them!

Make them see...

I was so sure I knew the facts,

But the facts are swayed as easily as spoken words.

Lies and rumors.

Truth turns to fiction

And fiction turns to truth.

Minds change.

Opinions too.

And as inevitably as the world turns

-imperceptibly

-unnoticed

Belief becomes fear and fear feels real.

It is

The injury,

The cut,

The loss

Before the blood even flows.

Divine power is in belief,

Or belief is the power itself.

It spreads quickly.

Love.

Fire.

Poison.

Deadl...

Every single time the wind blows the house moans.

It bends slightly lower.

One day a strong gust

or perhaps even a gentle breeze

will whisper across the planks,

rattle the panes

and the whole structure will fall.

Collapse on itself.

Wood and metal,

photos and memories

tossed into a heap of rubble and anguish.

And misplaced dreams.

And circling

hovering above it all will be a cloud.

A heavy, suffocating storm of gritty particles.

We will be b...

I clutch my ears

Cringing from the deafening silence.

The blank emotion blasts

a trumpet's horn.

There was once hope and promise

But it was not enough.

That weak foundation

Never treated

Never built upon

It splintered

It tarnished

With cracks

And creaks.

Tread carefully

Walk gingerly

And be mindful of where

You place your steps.

A hope

A promise

Once ignited a spark.

A hope

A promise

Now an empty cavern

Full of so much sadness.

I enter sparingly.

A ho...

Fall away from the world and see it for what it truly is.
Watch it spin on axis.
Watch people love.
Witness others' happiness
Experience acts of kindness.
Know what hate is and realize what it destroys.
Become your environment:
The children hungering for treats
The mothers wishing they could spare the money
The wealthy aching for something to waste their money on.
The birds- so free to roam, yet trapped in this world.
The fish...

A feather, a leaf

Floating, Blowing

Along a gentle breeze.

Once a part of something?

Possibly.

A long time has passed in the drifting wind.

There's no memory of belonging.

Driftwood churning on endless waves,

Tumultuous seas.

Are there others like me?

This wayward dance

Results in a type of loneliness.

So tired

Of trying to be like everyone else.

More than tired.

An exhausted soul.

Bone weary.

But maybe

Everyone's doing the same thing.

Maybe eve...