Everything seems well and good.
Until you remember, you have always held you body
as a beacon heralding harm
And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart
And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage
with a gentle, sensitive soul.
It hurts and it hurts so it twines iron around itself, keeping you in, holding you close.
I think love scares us because to be without it, is to be empty
And we are so scared of losing what makes us feel special.
But I think we forget sometimes,
that what you love never leaves your side.
It is immortal; It stays
as a wisp of memory hanging on your lips, waiting to be uttered
resting beneath your eyelids, teasing your imagination time and again
In the sounds, and the voices and the music that you hear
dancing to tunes you didn’t know were ringing in your head.
The hours rush by
And day turns to night
And night turns into day
And we exist
In a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotions
Craving for a change
For time to still
For the day to dawn
For the storms to pass by