I deeply desire to return the air I’ve stolen

To return the sleepy gas of the atmosphere.

To rest is the seas of my younger self’s dreams

Where I would most certainly drown.

To calm the busy mind of mine

Of endless questions and unpreventable fates.

To simply dine in endless duvets

Where no time would pass or worries cross.

There is no end this madness I feel

Where the breath of kenopsia is constantly blown on my neck

Shivers down my spine

A road to possibilities and flexibilities

That life lusts for

Purposeless waking for which I wonder daily

Why we even bother

Yet as I ponder

Other eyes do to

The eyes of earth’s

As I watch

The world looking for you

It always will

In our sway of empty heavens

Skulls do throb in search of lies

For one is not

The world is looking for you.

The day you showed the hate you had,

The painless freedom of hurt

Upon yourself.

Was a day I saw childless world

Where the kids we once were

Turned to sand.

Your scars lead to trails

In dense blossom fields,

Where happiness infected the immune.

Where we were kids in rain or sun,

Light and fearless once was us.

The tears that roll down your flustered cheeks,

Lead to seas where the sounds of creaks were heard, wherever, forever, careless innocence

Tearless presence your were

Flooded future you are.

The can you hold once was mum,

A woman you feel you’ve lost her trust.

Where burst lips and sprained ankles

Only needed one hug.

Now blackouts and hangovers

Barley keep you up.

To hear you hate yourself so much,

When I admire and love the person you become,

Is like someone is attacking you on the other side of glass,

and all I can do is stand and watch.

I stare at photos and swallow back lumps.

Of wheel barrow races and happy young faces

Where young you would wonder the source of your sadness,

When really it’s them.

So clueless and still so scared.

Just kids

“Once part of the past

And now the future”.