Memories wonder to the moon and back, changing the living of darkness in my mind as I whisper to myself words I can't seem to understand.
I hear sounds in my head playing like a warm sea but almost silent as my heart tries to speak about all my trifling perfection.
But the stories of sorrow spring out wanting resistance as I lay calm staring at the presence of eternal yesterdays and persistence.
As hearts easily burn and my open doors are bound to break. It's futile making promises trying to heal a figure buried in thousands of thoughts of loneliness and hate.
I am like a soul of fragile water frozen at the peak of mountain constantly touching the hands of the sun but never melting any longer.
My constant fears are rising as fast as my heart beat knowing that I will forever live a life dwelling with such cold feet.