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.

Briefly we fly

Just a tinge of red mixed in blue sky. Evening comes close. 

You can feel it too. All the windows are wide open, but I can't breathe. I just feel the sweat dripping down my spine. 

Untangled this in my mind, rewinded in stories that I just cannot stop. Am I ready or not? 

Silently we sit. Gazing into each others eyes. We just cannot feel enough, we take it all, just to share between us. Hour, two and three, we fly off, this way we will never have to stop. Tangled up this way, in all the stories never told. Are we ready or not?

Are we ready to read each others letters? Ready to show the deepest parts of us. Ready to begin, but forget to stop. To breathe, to just simply be like we are. Are we ready or not? Are you ready or not? Am I ready?

Or not?

String me up

Just a glimpse.

Just one tiny glimpse our way.

I know there is no escape for me. I am so locked on to you, just a little too much, but not enough. You seem so close yet so far. Something we could be, but in just a glimpse we don't get enough to actually be. 

I'm so tired of all the maybe in my life. Just once I need to know for real. Why is this just another glimpse of maybe?

For real, it is for real

Do not ask a smile from me. 

We both know real people and real smiles are long gone. We all just play pretend, you and I are no exception.

Look behind before getting lost

These are just words.
Empty words.
They just lead us through open windows up to locked doors.
Letters twisted in the hurricane, they are not made to make any sense at all. We are tiny minds too small for these words.
Just words.
Not made for anyone at all.

Can I steal you?

One more time?

You came in just for a second

It was a lifetime that lasted for a little less

But the calmness you brought

Guides me still