Changeability.

Staring down upon the water that travels for miles beneath them,
the people dots of moving colour.
Cars blurring upon blackened road,
trees desperately trying to reach them.
Sky scrappers shoot through their changeability,
attempting to go higher than one should ever be.
They move and separate from those who created them,
forever changing neighbours and faces.
As the wind moves them unexplainably onwards,
they break away and stay half forgotten.

Ignite.

Sometimes I wonder why the lives of so many people seem so dark and abandoned. They have smiles upon their faces but their eyes are empty and alone. They will talk with enthusiasm and awe, but their words fall away by their sides never quite reaching the height of their fake ambiance. Always starring at objects which cannot look back into their souls, never making eye contact with those who can. Their life is a facade. A life of trying to keep from the outside world how dimly lit they are from within. They pace through life in the shadows, waiting for someone to ignite their souls on fire.

Indescribable.

I tried to write.
I tried to describe every single emotion, every feeling.

Each line felt unfulfilling and less worthy of being written.
I’m unable to describe or explain just how you make my entire body feel warmer, how you make goose bumps a permanent fixture upon my skin or when our eyes suddenly lock it feels as if I’m in an entire new world.

You make me feel like someone worthy of a feeling indescribable
You make me feel.

Ash

As they watched the ash fall down around everything they had once touched, their hearts began to tear. Everything they ever had was broken; everything they ever dreamed was gone. As they lay down in the middle of the road waiting for the world to envelope them, they silently prayed for nothing. And nothing in return they became.

Disappearing Brightness

They say she had never smiled more than she did that night. Her eyes glistened more than anyone had seen them. They all spoke to each other about how happy she seemed, happier than anyone had ever seen. They didn’t see her for months; they turned their questions to her whereabouts. She had been standing with them the entire time. Her glistening eyes no longer glistening, her smile sealed, tightly pressed together. As her happiness disappeared, so did she.

Building Walls

The builders came to rebuild the broken down walls today. I smiled at them and told them to build them tighter, stronger, “Make sure they never come down again”. As I watched each brick be placed into line again I couldn’t remember wanting them to fall down, but mostly I felt devastated they hadn’t stayed down for you.

Mirrors

Everywhere I turn a mirror finds me, reminds me, hates me, and changes me. Reflective surfaces line every space inside. No new feelings are evolved, only reflections, always reflections. Breathing in air of glass and weeds leaves nothing inside free, covered from head to toe in death, in darkness. Even in the glimpse of hope disappointment replicates again, I had wanted it to be different this time. Mirrors compile everything and as they pile high small cracks creep over everything. Everywhere I turn a mirror finds me, hides me, looses me, and disguises me.

Life As We Refuse To Know It.

Sometimes when things seem so flat upon the floor that our backs will crack down to reach them, and sometimes when the world looks so far away that our arms my fly off with our attempt to grab it. I think that sometimes, what we want and what we have will never be the same; we cannot continue to live in a world where our dreams become realities, where our happy endings find a true place in our fairytales. Life is what it is, cold, dark, and lonely and never quite one thing or another. Dreams are false beyond reality and hopes are just naive thoughts gathering and bursting at our souls.

Nothing

Let me tell you a secret, it all becomes nothing.