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.