Why is it in our darkest
Of times
We ask why?

Yet in the light we don't?

Is it enlightenment
Or ignorance

In the light we smile
Enjoy the moment
Embrace the happiness
And relize in the moment its the light that matters
Therefore are enlightened that that light is why

Or is it that we choose to be happy
Enjoy the moment
And Embrace the happiness while its alive
And ignoring the dark
Therefore having ignorance towards the idea of why.


But whats in the dark that makes us ask why?

Maybe enlightenment
Maybe ignorance

We relize there might be a bigger idea or meaning
Strive for knowledge
And are enlightened by the thought of why

Or maybe we ignore the happy moments
Relize its only temporary
That in the moment only matters in the moment and after its useless
Therefore choose ignorance.

What is it like to think with your brain?
What is it like to think with such a mind like yours?

I want to look into your soul, to see who you really are.
I want to explore the depths of your beautiful and complex mind.

How does it feel to have such intelligence?
Is everything about logic and rationalizing ideas?

I wonder how you feel.
I want to know your emotions.
I want to know your heart:

Who do you love?
What do you love?
What are your interests?
What are your passions?

I want to know everything.

How is it that I have such an amazing person presently in my life? How do I not know anything about them?

You're such a mystery.
A lock that won't budge.
Why is that lock so stubborn?

© 2018 Omni Winters

sometimes it seems there’s no escape from your mind when life twists your light.
you can’t recognize yourself anymore after all your stars collide.

on the horizon of the black hole in your life full of lessons past,

a self-destructive mind remembering
the heartbreak,
the ungentle death of an interstellar cloud—

pain so hot that you explode
birthing brighter stars.

but you still feel small.

smaller than the earth you walk
that is smaller than the sun it circles
smaller than the galaxy it floats in
that is smaller than the universe they reside.

but they don’t know they’re small
and neither should you,
full of galaxies. you are a universe.

but a universe can yield violence beyond comprehension.
with every heartbreak, and with every tear,
a lesson making you think twice—

did i do this right?

these are not times you should wish to reverse,
these are just the actions of a restless universe.

What’s the main goal?
The *** of gold at the end of the rainbow
The sunlight at the end of each night

Is it the impossibility of eternal love?
The possibility of happiness
The desire of satisfaction
The believe in a afterlife

How do we ever know?
What questions are right to ask?
How do we know what’s wrong and what’s right
Do we succeed Do we find love Do we find happiness
Or do we just survive with what we are given and hope for the best

If you count the cracks
I will open my mouth for you
The injury
The injury,
falsely gaping
it doesn't fit and you count again
Look at my fingers
Stroke the edges
Feel the curves
How wrong can it be?
You press a hand to what's wrong
You hold my problems
Apples and Oranges
What if neither was real?
The inside is flesh
It yields
It yields
But if I do not ask you to count
my mouth will never have a use
Swallow my tongue for me
You put me in a place, but it isn't mine
Whose body is this?

Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "Why do you bring death?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason misfortune is your burden to bear"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must you taste blood?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason your eyes catch the sunlight"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must we remain this way?"
Vulture looked at Crow
And he looked at Crow
And Crow looked back
And Vulture said, "We have known nothing more"
And Crow looked back
"Then we must learn"
"Then we must learn"

all the pain
is it worth it
endless thoughts
is it worth it
all the hate
is it worth it
always tired
is it worth it
all the tears
is it worth it
this battle
where it seems
like I can’t win
is it worth it?

Leading chance perchance to get
I try to find what's forward set
And all for those who created me
On the road I go and seemed to be
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
And I doubt myself, but I can do it.

Creating a path with leaps and bounds
Now hense I go forth, no turning around
But if I could I would look back
Upon the choices which I am set
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
And I doubt myself, but I can do it.

And if I try I might just take
A moment to think, or stop and break
Break from a path which I pushed forth
Upon those supportive of my chosen course
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
And I doubt myself, but I can do it.

I look back with stupor at how I got away
But I must treck on like any other day
The more I wonder, the more I trip
The further I question my kinship
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
I doubt myself, can I do it?