Light illuminates the space around me                                                  
and like the branches above,
I long to touch the sun.

I let my feet sweep against the earth,
each soft blade of grass
sending a tingle up my spine.        

I relax into the tree,
releasing into the air a breath,
sharing with this moment
a piece of myself.                    

The scent of earth and moss,
like the feeling of a cool summer rain,
washes over me,
and pulls me into the realm of the in-between.

Like a child’s first snow,
the leaves fall around me.
Floating to the ground, gracefully,
as if they know the chaos that has consumed the world
is only held still in this moment.

Why did people tell me,
every time that I was sad,
that there were always men for me,
it only made me mad.

Did they really believe that?
Or were they just being nice?
'cos many times I looked around,
but they were cold as ice.

Now every time I look at you,
it truly makes sense why.
It wasn't that they were too cold,
it was that they weren't  my guy.

Places fly past in a blur of color,
All of the details lost to the wind,
Rushing here and there,
Knowing no one place,
Fixing the symptoms not the problems.

Patching together a human heart,
With duct tape and string,
Not love as it should be.
Not caring words.
Not help.
Not hope,
No.

Its all backwards,
We're doing this wrong,
Why does it have to be this way?

I can see it in your eyes,
Those fleeting moments,
Those flashes of hurt
Where it just
Kills
Me to live there outside of you.

Outside of your world
Where the feelings are gone
And the cold hard truth is


**Nothing matters.

Illusive, glowing, gilded light
ever so slightly out of reach.