The air smelled sweet of promises
The quill wet and ready
The seat sat empty
The page lay bare
Sweet promises turn decayed expectations
Rotting delusions
Spill through quill
From self-inflicted gaping wounds
The worms seem happy
Dancing in the meat of yesterday's dreams

Still finding myself. This **** is hell.
Looking for silent peace
Looking for something more
Have you ever had such a dark soul?
The kind that even monks can't ignore.
Looking for that silent peace
Where my mind is relaxed and your name doesn't appear
Looking for tranquility near the water where my tears can flow and connect to the sea
I'm still finding myself. With every breath, with every break I'm still trying to find me.

I lost myself once-
Twice-
Once?
More times than I care to count.

I searched for my reality
In dark corners,
Zigzagging alleyways,
And the hearts of others.

I found nothing
But fear,
Pain,
And shame.

I avoided mirrors
And instead reflected on myself
I was there all along,
Waiting to be seen.