Look...
The day will come where it takes a mortician
to show you there are worse things than your depression.
Death and/or dismemberment.
It's not just a falsified insurance claim.
The day you fell to your knees and wept over the great pacific ocean
In the city of angels you were humbled by its majestic potion.
A message in a bottle sent.
Or it was swept carelessly away in the rain.
The day you spoke about your loneliness sitting in an upright-coffin-confession.
Adjacent to the man who ***** children to make himself feel... more... man.
Literally, I meant.
Did that yet distract your pain?
The day you cried to the doctor about your back and lack of motion.
She had just finished up hospice for her cancer-ridden husband over the phone.
Off to die, he was sent.
But, oh, that little tiny pain.
The day you complained to your flat-mate about your job being so mundane.
As she opened the letter from her employer who fired her, after ****** her, to avoid the human resource claim.
You were hell-bent.
As she went insane.
The day you cried to your best friend about your second wedding being destroyed by the rain.
He was a man who had never felt the embrace of love, the ability to cherish, the passion and pain of a woman, he had paralyzed legs, no woman had ever loved him.
Booooooo-hoo your costume got wet.
You've never even tried to see anothers suffering.

I've found the true love that I was always looking for.

Right inside my own heart.

Every palpation, a symphony.

Playing my life along.

One looks up and says life is a ladder

Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered

Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter

We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.

It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals

Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield

Only to be found by space and particles

They read while we speak of thee impossible

Big humps to people seem like obstacles.

We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.

Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.

When 2 faces are carved and sculpted to match and align at every crease
the tips of your noses will settle

You are hesitant to look at what you created
But you crave for the stunning view

You are so vulnerable
Not a breath slips through
And when your eyes meet
Every thought departs the reaches of your rootless head

Your perception is devoured by sweet brown eyes that stretch to remember where your skin wrinkles
Every unnoticed portion

Now you're as blank as paper
Captured by something too quaint for further worded confusion

You wish to paint every feature on your blank canvas
While time has ceased

*Isn't it lovely?

Within the providence of love,
                is a place called pain;
                it runs deeper than the depths of your heart,
                and resonates  in your soul.