i'm writing to you in hour i yearn the most. no way to hear, see, or shout out to you. it's been a while since i've heard the odyssey that is your voice. i call out at you; you can't hear me. i reach out to touch you; you can't feel me. an emptiness in my stomach creeps up. i try to fight it away...lives thrown in the air, shuffled about; no idea where they'll land. this lump in my throat won't go away. to detach myself from what i've only known is to lose a bit of who i am. i feel that the piece gone is only one of many i've dropped along the way. in this i find comfort: knowing i've done this before. a piece of me is left everywhere i go. it doesn't hurt much anymore. the pain has lost the sting; the feeling remains the same...the emptiness comes around again and i miss you...

low and under the weather, sleeping in the damp cold, doing whatever it takes to keep going. my rope is getting close to its end. the fear in the back of my mind is ever increasing: the shadow is starting to engulf my hope. i truly do not know how long i can go on like this. if there ever was a time for a miracle, or a savior, it's now. i pray in my head to someone i hope hears me, but i feel like i'm just talking to myself. something's gotta give soon or i'll have to hang it up. I don't want them to be right all along....

I see you: Cause you won't get out of my way
I hear you: Cause you won't quit screaming my name
I feel you: Cause you won't stop touching my skin
I need you: They're coming to take you away
-away-breaking benjamin-

superfluously new

All gone a little fast. Thievery of a heart-case unknown, deception of a distance

that precedes perception. The door closes, down the hall, as I talk to myself

in a blank stare. On the other end is anyone...I hope. Only...one is like to breathe,

and any can live. Fireside chats are warmth in between zero and one. Colorful

words to my grey-shade scheme. Outdated characters kept in passing,

exquisitely arranges by one of so few....they were arrange by you.

"...you fall away from your past, but it's following you..."

Concentric Stars

So young, plus one
soft to speak .
Naive to herself.

Friend indeed,
friend in need.
Only need to know.

True light,
hidden behind.
Shadowed hairs.

Too unsure,
sure of two.
Worlds to take.

Beautiful spirit,
Blind eye turned.
Naive to herself.

Concentric stars.
One in another,
helping each other shine.

untitled

my head, a mess of thoughts
my life, a mess of actions
where i'm headed is only a
transcending of where i've been
the sun, my righteous path from
dark which i've been entrenched
those who knew me
know only its outer projection
true identity kept in what is most fond,
and equally prison; a mind
...don't leave me with myself