Listen to the deepest parts

We let the darkest winds howl through us. But today we say no more. Today we leave all the anger, all pain behind. As we let the air into our lungs, we can become just how we always wanted to be.

Sooner or later

This is just who we are. Blinding through darkness, reaching for another eyes to see for us. 

Colorful

One day it all is over. Just like it never was. And for all I care, I dont.
Suddenly I am free, I forgotten how wonderful it felt.
As I shut my eyes to begin another dream, I know as something is at the end, it opens possibility for something new to come my way.

Green, red, unknown

Oh, dear. I don't know how to feel anymore. Every day is rollercoaster, doomed to crash. Still every morning it is fixed and running. So it goes over and over.

I suspect I am wrong somewhere. Even when I feel it is over. Did it ever even begin? Is it ever really over, if not it is a must to begin the next day all over again. 

And I choose for it to be this way. Oh, dear. At least it is not the worst feeling that could be for sure.