let me.

just look.

Maybe I'm blind, maybe I'm blind
Oh I couldn't see you shine
And shimmer right in front of my eyes
Front of my eyes, oh no

I thought I saw light, thought I saw light
Oh it was a faded mirror, just a dim reflection
But you shine, you shine so much brighter, oh


And honey let me sing you a song
And listen to my words as they come out wrong
But don't run away, run away this time
(And) honey let me look in your eyes
You open them one at a time
But don't look away, look away this time

Open your mind, open your mind
And let your beauty flow like wine
But please don't leave me,
Don't leave me outside, leave me outside, oh no

And honey I'll try, honey I'll try
To hold you like the starry skies
We lay beneath tonight
And you shine, you shine so much brighter, oh


And honey let me sing you a song
And listen to my words as they come out wrong
But don't run away, run away this time
Oh, and honey let me look in your eyes
You open them one at a time
But don't look away, don't look away
Don't look away, don't look away oh

And honey let me sing you a song
And listen to my words as they come out wrong
But don't run away, run away this time
Honey let me look in your eyes
Oh they burn like fire
But don't look away, look away this time
But don't look away, look away this time
Don't look away, look away this time

i miss you.

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.

out of focused truths.

all. some. nothing.
a hung head is all that stands in view, with drops of exceedingly full toxin filled tears hitting the ground slowly. i can't breathe.
with the knowings of a new, uphill, dagger throwing battle up ahead, to the other side, i know i have to pull through, to the end.
as each blade once again aims for the heart, it has succeeded. i lay upon the slanted hill in midst of a summers night, calling to be just lifted away from here. the pains in which finally subside into the rims of my soul have harden.. and put to a daily target of awakened reminders.
you will find this body, but you won't find what lies inside of it, anymore.
because everything that has ever been placed in her, is vanished, and stripped.
a attempt to gather all the pieces that have fallen to the ground, ends up astray because she is gone.
taken to a pit of skin skimming poisons, with the odor coiling into her system, hour by hour she is left dry and loose of any feeling.
i see that it has me here alone, shaking, all without warning.
i need to go to the bottom of the dark lake, that was once clear.
i need to be taken to the lowest limits and stapled there,
robbed of all my abilities, and left there to be forgotten on a rock.
i am now where i belong, in solitude, striving for something that does not follow, nor fits with who i am.
the need to cope with this abandonment, this shut out, has only given me one option.
i can not give anymore of myself, i can not speak anymore words, i can not live anymore seconds.
you have told me the words, i intake them into me.
the option you left me with, is what shades over my life from now on.
it is impossible to try and change them.
because i have, i have tried to voice all i needed to. i am dry. you just cant take it,
now you've let me go,
and i have to let you go because of that.
i can not kill myself any longer over the facts of what i have done to you.
the mask is placed over me now, i will not be here to cause anymore pain upon you,
i am done, for you.
the everlasting, forever candle we lit together at the start, has withered downward...
it has reached the last speck of the black wick, last night.
you took a blow at it,
i could not stop you.
so i took the burnt out candle, and i walked away.
just for you, once again.
as you say, thank you.
i can not bring back this light, i grieve in the facts of what i have in my hand.
so i can not reply.
all i did was just take the first step,
away.
goodbye, i am gone.

a tied knot.

with a frame of gold circles.
a carved shape that timelessly borders our structured paths supplies me with guidance.
placing my fingers in the cracks and ridges of each edged out space has me believing whats present.
with the simple designs of swirls and curves it travels my imagination to you.
thinking back to the peaks of wonders, its those that made me bottle up every second into my mind.
with a fragrance of autumns air inflating my lungs, the image it effortlessly makes in my heart is that of a open road, with a single line of mixed coloured leaves cutting through the middle, telling me to trust it and trust where it leads to.
this line will take me to the future, and to the huge hopes i have for it.
we must trust it to be bigger, better and brighter.
the hunger for a day where it all just pieces together is what i strive towards everyday.
the satisfaction of everything just fitting, mending and melting as one single shape that i can grab a hold is what will power me through.
but the piece i already have fitted is you, and what you bring, which is a staple to my existence.
something that doesn't skip through the waters and then disappears.
a tree that doesn't get cut down but that is forever placed in my life.
one that will always be by my side to conquer this world, no matter what.
this unbreakable bond between a two is rare,
a thank you is not said enough to a masterpiece that has been painted so perfectly...
i owe you a brush to aid in turning your imagination into reality.
i owe you a easel to support all of your leaps of faith.
i owe you a blank canvas to have a fresh start, at leaving your inspirations to a fate.
so take what i can supply and create whatever you feel.
cause the endless shooting stars that i see in your sky are ones that
need to be wished upon, or else it all goes to waste.
you are a gift.
a gift to me.
so with this secure bundle of magic we have spread surrounding us,
lets share it, share this knot we've made
and,
watch it grow into a circle, that continues to always expand, and cycle around
cause boy don't we know its here to stay...
because its forever tied.

let it flow.

a slow falling leaf.
with the sun lite grass covering what lies beneath, a enticing unknown draws me in.
as the pale blue skies open up to gently relieve my untouched surface, it forces my eyelids to come to a pause.
leaving all my trust to my sense of feeling,
at the left side of my lower body... a tiny tickle of something has me feeling consumed, its movement is even and gentle.
in a seconds time its changed, im changed. now under the spotlights of the shaded clouds a turnover into shivering sheets of unpredictability becomes clear, its all at a loss of comforted reliabilities and importance's.
a confusion of what just happened strikes my silent thought, the reality of constant alteration travels down my arm into my fingers, as i pull at the grass that was once warm i toss it into the air...
the wind catches it and showers it over my face.
and as i let my mind slip into a light oblivion, all of time freezes.
i was forgetting what it was to just let go.
i was losing what it was to be expected.
i was shedding what it was to worry.
i was feeling what it was to stop.
the point where i have come to has left me with the staples of how to live,
i need not to be hung on the branches of whats has been lived, rather swing through
all thats to come with lifeless doubt.
and slowly as i am awaken to be under the streaming sun... i realize
that in this place i was in of discovery
i can be nothing but compared to,
a leaf.

one that can't be changed.

having a hand to hold.
a up pace tempo awakens my intentions, i'm soon there to be at your side.
your line of scattered specks splits me into two. the lift when we are present takes me into the winds ease, everything is just simple.
a ongoing siren that attracts my eye can never be hidden.
the cushion you supply me has me in a undeniable consistency, and when i think of the connection that as evolved in us it has me feeling lucky.
but when i see the exhaust, and the strain in you it knocks me into a cage where all of my impurities lie, and it brings me into that cycle of the bashing words fucked over, hurt.... and broke.
i dont know how i bared the cord that i extended latching onto you and still having taken a hold it as every single blade has persistently frayed the line.
when i see a candle sway as the air moves through it, i get lost in the power it holds, the heat of the flame blinds me as i am guided to my ideal... the questions i ask all sprout from my wants.
the never ending imagination i have will never be held back,
a try to bring you into that image will never be stopped,
as you may attempt to go astray,
i cant let that be okay.
so bare with this hand,
as i bring you to the sand...