7c40.

the feeling of shedding a mask.
As we are shot into the overload of the fall winds, a reveal of independence is brushed to the surface.
with the sights of a new world in the distance, i walk closer.
a new witness brought to the community of life begins to observe, now under the spotlight of a scattered supported box, a cold tickles the necks of many as they are now focused to the girl above.
a spotted cement circle in which i want to lay my mind on is spreading its way into me, the sight of the mundane stone sets within minutes.
the motion of the lines run constant, the lines guide me into thinking that we are central.
we are within our own boundaries, the first steps into a new territory has lifted me to feel revamped, the sounds of hard stones in contact with the bottom of shoes has pattered a breaking down of the old.
with the hope and new movement of clearance, the intriguing warmth covers my face, its broken through.
typicality blows away, down the back alleys of the busy streets.
its smashed and thrown into the fallen bricks, that are inevitably mended with the molded pavement, it then gets lost in the rubble and soon begins to be forgotten.
a unrolling of dust covers our bodies out in the cold, we feel willing, willing to bare the cycle.
a rotating sense of unforced connection gains momentum as it travels on, up the stairs, through the ridged cracks, to a new start.
a shelter of hidden gems has fallen off the poles of support.
we have jumped into the cycle that we feel will bring us something worthy.
the contact of touching something that was once thought to be a rainbow of gold ice has evolved into a scene of white waves,
the shot of comfort begins to fill my eyes with tears.
finally.
i have found it,
that feeling of complete satisfaction, with myself, with what i want, with you.
as i stare out past the barriers of my hesitant thoughts , i see a view, a view so strong that it breaks them into the cold floor, in which my past has subsided into.
i am left only to submerge myself into you, its what you deserve.
the stones i have thrown at you, that have made you question our love, has bruised my heart.
the force that left only one way out, never made its way to you, and it is because of you,
that we are here.
thank you, thank you for
letting me shed my mask,
on my time,
in my way,
so finally now I am here, exposed.
for you.

a marking of airs.

the close of one eye.
in the moment of laughter, living with the after
a train ride back to the place of distortion cuts my mood.
with the skyline to the right, i tilt my head to rest upon the solid glass window.
the dizzying pace in which the road lines pass, i am fallen into the lost track of exhaustion.
a startled noise awakens me, to look to my left,
all i see is the far window, in the shape of a O, along its edge a speck that is a black spider moves quickly around its border, silently grabbing my attention, as is replicates the sounds that are playing in my head...
im at this detour of thought watching this web of life being formed in front of me,
it then takes me back, out to the window,
i gaze at this roadside town that exerts warmth, and humbleness.
as we look to the signs that will guide our way through, i just wanna stop.
and intake all this air that surrounds here,
knowing a common thread here, holds whats important close is all i ask for in my life.
when the reality of the clock strikes, making clear that there is rarely a time to stop, for things we want to pause into.
but the ability to recognize whats worth waiting and stopping for is the light at the end of my ongoing tunnel.
with the will to wait and withhold for time to play out,
i can see that there will never be a wrong way out.
as once again we carry on pace with this ride we set ourselves on
i lay to rest with my forearm under my chin,
and may i travel to find more lessons, and new sights
that will bring me to great heights,
just so the wind doesnt fright,
i will close one eye tonight.