As I collapse
Into yet another dream
my eyes can barely
Keep themselves closed,
I only know this once I am awoken
For in the dream,
Nothing distracts me but you
I am unaware of anything but you
And I cannot lie but say
That even after awaking
And cursing my eyes for their failure
It is you that still occupies my thoughts.
I reason with myself
That my eyes only open
In fear that I might follow you
In my dreams forever
And never awaken again.
I love those nights
Where my head strikes the pillow
I am gone.
And nothing hurts
Because I’m so tired
That any feeling switches off.
And here it comes,
A welcoming weariness,
Where my eyes feel like
The heaviest of things.
Behind these eyes lies an ocean,
That holds all emotions held back.
But the gates are open now
And the flood comes rushing forth
As a great and sad beauty reaches my eyes.
The feelings roll across my skin
And explode against the ground.
Every drop transcribing
What my words cannot.
And as the torrent subsides
I am already missing it,
A simple moment,
Beautiful and sad.
If all the lights were to go out
Leaving me here alone in the dark
I would close my eyes
And find calm in knowing,
That the dark I see now
Is something else entirely.
Will you bring your lips as close as they can get
And fill my lungs with your breath?
And with your breath can you warm
The coldness of this winter storm?
Will you untwist the curtains and shield
My eyes from the white of the world?
Instead ,come closer and show me
The whites of your eyes, hovering
Inches away from mine.
Shield me from the winter storm
Enclose me in your calm.
Close your eyes and listen to this.
This lullaby for you.
Let the soft words fall on the lashes of your eyes.
Let the weight of the feelings they carry bring them down.
Listen to the soft whisper of these words and the echo of them in the morning.
Let them remind you of your slow fall into the pillows of your bed and mind.
Now drift away my dear and melt into your sheets.
When I find you again,
And I promise you I will,
I will create for you your perfect and favourite memory.
It will be of you waking up,
Looking forward to seeing my face
Lying next to yours.
And when you do open your eyes,
You will see that mine are already open,
Looking right at you.
This is what I have to give
When I find you and love you
All over again.
I made a new friend.
And through the fence I see a ghost…
I fell in love with the way our eyes met.
And when I came back you were there again.
Right in front of me now. And you stared the same as always, it’s so fascinating to watch.
Everything about you seems like an echo and fades away before completion.
The smile that never really completes itself and I can see the words begin to form and then they just fade.
A Whisper. Not even.
You are a ghost, an echo that’s fading.
And as soon as I glance away I want to look back. Look and see if they are still on me.
And I try to think of the best way to explain it. This moment and the moments we’ve been having.
It feels like I had my picture taken by some apparition in the crowd.
I had my picture taken.
And I want to know why.
This post is special ’cause i think i’ll always remember the moment i wrote it. It’s another one of those little ones that i happen to come up with after a moment has passed. This is for anyone out there who needs it 🙂
We’ve all been there haven’t we? Just looking up at the stars or just hiding under pillows and blankets, lying there trying to make sense of something. I’m under my sheet right now, writing this…and it’s getting harder to do now ‘cause it’s finally caught up to me, this pain that we’re all trying to get away from. It’s dragging me down and ripping at my chest. God I hate that feeling.
I think you know this feeling? Can you feel it too?
We’re all so different yet we’re all just the same.
Broken, confused & lost.
There’s a sound coming from the west. I’ve heard it since my younger years. I’ve heard it sing to me, the sounds of those forgotten traits that people used to have. I want this to be a brand new start now and the leave the pantomimes behind. Maybe the cause of everything was me, hiding in my box.
Age makes you wiser they say but it hasn’t done me good. Silver linings have made me beat about the bush and metaphors of wisdom have led me to despair. Dreaming of sailing through stars and rainbows of light that would maybe touch my soul in a way I could not imagine. I’ll leave in two days maybe. Reminiscent about the things I might find. Find myself a new calling maybe and learn to weave different patterns with my hands and pass them into the sea like messages in bottles.
So let the change begin.