The air that I breathe is a lack of coldness.
Face drained…
So many problems I told myself within myself.
The soul doesn’t die in this world.
It instead lives on finding you.
Finding you inside of your heart.
As bright as the day comes forth with challenges.
The soul won’t leave you for a bitter person.
The way a heart crawls up in the corner of your vehicle.
Whispering, “stop driving.”
I can’t bear it out loud.

Your soul is quiet and it becomes cold in the darkness.
The murky water is a sign of my strength.
The way the water flows into your hands.
The river flows into the ocean.
The ocean takes your spot as a human.
You still live while the soul doesn’t drown.
The same battles with your mind and heart.
Your heart lost the key to its own.
The mind lost its ability to think.
Now you are alone and fleeting than the rest you’ve met.

The trees falter and move towards the sunset.
Breathing heavily as the air gets heavier.
It tries ******* the breath out of you.
It tries, but it is tired.
Tired of someone, not you, not him, not she.
Not you.
Tired of someone it repeats in the breeze.
I want to be free.
Be free of the world.
Be free of reality…
and all i got is no reality to come back to.