Going blind

What am I supposed to say when the words don't flow anymore. My legs keep shaking from fear and I just can't breathe. Keep repeating to myself, let go of this madness inside. Hoping this would be easier. 

What am I supposed to think, when all the fear keeps me away. Keeps me to myself. I just keep hearing, at the back of my head, be brave.

 Let go.

Yet I really want

Just to lay down

And slowly gaze at stars

Within our minds

In the middle of the winter night. I want to embrace you close and talk out all the melodies inside our hearts. Feel the street lights play on our skins, and darkness hide within our hair. We can colour up the cold. Within the darkness we can see so much. Eyes grow deeper, time becomes slower. Dreams start dancing all around and make us come alive. Only just for one winter night.

Anger

I was so damn angry, so how could I know that days like these just run by. Eventually anger becomes just a memory of days you wish to never repeat.
The light ease creeps in, to set you to happier way. Slowly all that was passes away leaving you lightly flying, and hopefully bringing back your wings to let you rise again.

Sometimes.

Where do your eyes go

Travel over the horizon

What are the things that you hold back

What is it that you miss

While looking for some bliss

Do you feel it might be too late

Sometimes too early

To let life flow along fairly

Where does your mind go

When you think that all is over

As a wish old made to a clover

On a ride so long

But for some too short

Where does your heart go

When you long for more

For all that lasts

For something so far

Over the horizon

Exactly where you know your eyes go

After..

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.