Cold air presses itself against me eerily,
but it does not penetrate my bones.
There's been a dog barking for nearly
an hour now, and this where I am.
I ; free of nothing

I have nothing to say.


It's been like this for as long as I can remember...

Can't stop thinking of the words...
I have a problem then
because I cant go around
thinking of the words.
They aren't nice words.
They are nice things but
not nice words.
And this is so because
these things are secret.
Because you don't talk
about these things except
behind closed doors,
when we all know
that these things are better
than any of the other things we have.

Oh, beautiful stranger.
Stealing my focus.
This silent torture of
everything ever left
unsaid.
With strangers a lot
is always left
unsaid.
Voices shout from within,
screaming songs of my longing,
the magic of your impression.
Echoing and bouncing
off the walls I'm encased in.
Oh, I've never uttered
a word of sincerity
to a beautiful stranger.
If I could only bring myself
to say, at least,
"You're beautiful."
Stealing my breath and my words.
You strange and beautiful thief.

This vivid imagination can sometimes be a curse.
Haunted with visions,
memories playing all around me,
like a movie.

A reachable dream, just out reach.
Teasing me.
Letting me see what I could have,
but not letting me have it.

My mind grabs for it,
trying to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.
It gets caught, and it gets punished.

One day it will be strong enough to defend itself.
Then it can have what it wants.

even the strongest walls break down if beaten on enough,
starting out smooth and sturdy,
struck by forces of nature,
the barrier trembles and cracks.
the peak of the earthquake will bring it to the ground.
a destructed structure
no longer guards against any impact.
beaten barricade lying in ruins,
askew upon the earth,
scattered failure to contain passion.
exhaling a sigh of relief,
prisoners intertwine with by-passers,
leaving everyone breathless.
they must be captured and chained.
attempting to control these new sensations
only brings about the wonder
of unexplored phenomena.
in the location of defeat a door is erected.
a tribute to the knowledge of euphoria,
it remains unopened waiting
for lovers
to render it unhinged once again.

"starlight, star bright, the first star i see tonight
i wish i may, i wish i might, have the wish i wish tonight."
and a calm puff of breath scattering the seeds of a dandelion,
and every coin i ever threw into a well or a fountain,
and each eyelash that i found sitting on my cheek,
birthday candles, some of which i cant recall,
the breastbone of a fowl, snapped in my favor,
the unspecified commonality between these,
resemble a question that never had an answer.
this sort of hopeful inquiry always piled atop
a mountain of absolute certainty,
a peak charted as Belief,
highly elevated,
forever pointing up,
gently whispers from the clouds,
"never forget, always persevere"
because the rocks know us better then we know ourselves
and they are the proof that an Answer exists