Crunched eyebrows are softened by the sound
of water crashing, waves collapse on sandy beaches peacefully,
before the water is sucked back in to an infinite cycle
of traveling the world through the seas.
And yells across the way get carried by the wind
over to the man who looks for peace every day.
A struggle to return to who he knows he is,
as the call for joy exhales into the sky.
The irony of a man looking for his key,
as it’s found by a stranger buried underneath the sand below.
Good people are everywhere
and I’ve found my one, the only person I need.
Unprecedented emotion overcomes me when I think,
about all I have acquired in such a short amount of time,
But the oceans never change, as the waters circle back,
the only thing that connects all the lands.
Thoughts are like fluid
falling a drop at a time.
Like a static IV,
they’re consuming my mind.
And I insert them in code
into this handheld device.
One’s and zero’s consume
my cryptic life.
We need help
in the most dire of places
as the most familiar faces
disappear in plain sight.
Take me to where
the fog reigns supreme
and the forest silhouettes
are endless.
To a place where breaths
are admired with the likes of
love and peace, found deep beneath
the well I wish to fall into.
Look at the city lights below
to remember to breathe
and recall how small
everyone appears.
Any moment can be
Taken.Thrown.Torn.
Frowning brows
must be lifted.
False reality written
on the other side
of the big hill.
Reality is dug deep on the other.
The city speeds
and oncoming lights
rarely get a second look
on the blacked out road.
Angered brake lights
resemble the dirt.
Where is everyone headed tonight,
so fast and careless?
Can I hide here
under the vacuum?
Constantly watching.
Constantly judged.
Fence is too high.
I may never get tall enough.
I’ll wait for it to come down.
Waiting.
I may be young,
but I’m old enough to know
our imagination has fallen
down the Internet hole.
And for the first time I can see the veins tunneling my blood from roadway to roadway.
Silently they flow like rivers into oceans.
Silt and water filled they dance down the hills into an open field of blue and space.
“Where to go,” we think.
Just like them I think.
Juts like men I think.
No thinking here.
Think.
Thoughts drown out the sound.
CONFUSION.
It stands here.
Yet I can breathe.
With such ease my lungs can soak in the breeze and mist of the air above.
CONFUSION.
Nah.
No confusion here love.
I wonder what’s more important?
The boardwalk on the pier to the empty sand and water,
Or the city’s constant flight of light and sound.
And you’re a glimmer of hope.
Like a light at the end of the tunnel.
And maybe I’m sorry?
Because there’s not much holding me back anymore
from getting my hands dirty.
Thoughts and ideals are cute for show.
In practice they become strained and difficult.
But that never mattered ’till now.
And I’m at a crossroads.
It seems there is not much reason anymore to stick to my path.
Why not go down this road? The road we will all take but I have hesitated to walk on.
Why not?
Truthfully, because I know there’s something better.
Something I have witnessed and felt. That something has kept me here.
Time ridicules patience.
I’m seeing it turn red.
I dream a lot of dreams and I think a lot of things.
Oh, how I’d like to let myself go.
But I hold on to you like that glimmer of hope that you are.
Like a child does a balloon.
And it’s hard to let go because what you wanted goes flying away.
And you may not always be the reason why I stay,
but right now you are.
And I’m scared to fail the transition
and give up all of my wishes.
I do this for me and only me.
So, I don’t ask for a damn thing.
I’m not sure I want to lose my way.
But how much longer shall I wait?
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