My heart is heavy,
filled with tears of thousands of unspoken words,
each one a ghost with no name—
whispers that never found breath.

Trapped in my past,
in voids where pain echoes louder than time,
I walk through memories like broken glass,
bleeding, but no one sees the red.

Silence became my second skin.
Grief—a lullaby I sing in my sleep.
And though I smile in sunlight,
the night still knows what I bury deep.

Don't call me back
consider me dead
if it helps you forget.

I am not coming back
I live in the shadows now
far away from your heart's reach.
I have created walls
you cannot breach.

fields of lavender
as far as the eye can see,
in rows of scented purple
growing insatiable idiosyncrasies,
our minds are a rich, deep soil
and the children of our thoughts
run free,

run free
and light,
run free
and careless,
like a river to the sea.

the heart is programmed
to be broken,
to let in the light,
and the earth in us is woken,
our heart will open,
it will open,

when we take in our first
breath of this heaven.