There Is No End

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Walking down the hallway of doors
The outline’s path bordered with wooden dividers of space;
humbled by the careless mark of a
crookedly nailed number or letter
The cheap light fixtures flicker above head, on and off, as I continue stepping forward
The timing reaction of the immediate connections of light, foot, and awareness

There are locked doors with hardened handles, rusted from the abuse of occupation
There are doors that tell the truth, burdened by the weight of the knowledge of joy and pain
There are some doors that ignite the favorable possibilities of a mind’s endless amount of available realities
While other doors sit in waiting, offering a pleasant shelter to get lost in;
revolving around and around in a solitary state of repetitiveness

I open them all, claiming even the locked obstructions
Forcing my way behind the doors into the unknown;
Floating and dipping feet into the depths of a fluffy cloud against the blue sky,
Holding breath underwater, until there is no other sound than my heartbeat in ears,
Flying through space and time as the wished fortune of a shooting star disappearing into the black of the night,
Sprouting petals of color while washing the wind in a fragrance of Spring and of Summer,
Suspended paralyzed in emptiness, like the night terrors and dreams of dead thoughts and emotions of nothingness

There is no end

I am grateful for one more year <3

Behind My Hands

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Haunting eyes stare through the darkness
Faces flash into view
Hollow lines trace the outlines of those watching
Conversations straining under the weight of the night
Silhouettes of emotional calculations
and burning questions of “is this me?”
I close my eyes to hide
Shutting out the indistinct realities of people I’ve never really known
All of the while, ignoring the pain of the days lost with all of their potential happiness
Instead, leaving self with the indescribable bitter endings
These halfway conclusions filling up with mind numbing confusions
So fresh I can taste it
We relate to these shadows of potential when our memories are gone forever
Feeling each similarity of disappointment as each random thought of unaccomplishment floats to the surface
Haunting eyes stare through the darkness
Even with my face hiding behind my hands

I am grateful for new beginnings and happy news <3

Thoughts and Emotions

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Standing among the chaos
Just a single figure within the crowd
I move forward, slowly, only pausing to avoid the confusion
of a particular moment
Feet continue, heel to toe
Feeling the confidence of stride from the connection of the flow
Sinking into the tide of the sea of people going home for the night
One curling wave mimicking the other
We’re all a body of water as we wade collected together in this stagnant pool of thoughts and emotions

I am grateful for good news <3

Lonely Train

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I find the days too short and they grow weary with anticipation
With the night following like an abandoned child crying out for attention
lost and confused
The lonely train whispers its Hello and I wonder if you can hear it too
a thread of a connected thought
from one mind to the next
Ever persistent, time passes us by
leaving the echoes of the train’s Goodnight lingering throughout the city
The ghostly remembrance only makes the silence seem louder
The tha-thump thumping beating passionately in my ears
Reminding me that certain moments can feel longer than wanted or yearned
My lack of patience blatantly stating that we meet with each other again and again
because neither one of us wants to be alone
Familiar patterns of morning, day, and night building up an assortment of attachments and questions
Maybe both of us wondering who would dare to say Goodbye first

I am grateful for connections <3

Insanity

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Each droplet consumes
Pin points of individual pressure
accumulating together to envelope head

Steam gradually billows into nostrils
with a comforting fragrance of soap
mixed within the humidity

Head tilted back as the only
movement worthy of risk
Muscles ache as tension penetrates
each limb fighting for balance

Eyes closed while the torrent
of hot water engulfs
all senses

Deep breath in

Deep breath out

Ever careful to avoid tempting
the bile to advance from chest
into mouth

Lights turned down low
or completely off
Creating smaller spaces within
the safety of darkness

The minutes pass unnoticed
while pressure either eases
or continues to burn
Some migraines are easier to manage
than others

Either the day continues or the
mind is lost to absolute insanity.

I am grateful for the opportunity of modern luxuries <3

Sacrificing heaven to find Him

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The memory begins within the crowd of people watching
An uneasy stillness hung heavy in the air that traveled down into the deepest depths of this World
We waited, unsure of what could, what would happen
While he stood observing his audience, his back facing the unknown
As his eyes scanned the many blank faces I wondered what he was thinking
I questioned if pride shaped his smile? Fear? Excitement?
The color of envy changing the hue of my eyes, desiring his attention and his unmistakable touch
Feeling lost like just another observer in the throng of unimportant curious expressions
Only one more mind demanding answers to the various questions tugging my awareness inside of the dark hollows
He continued to inspect us all, the artist drawing our picture to remember
Always considering those around instead of thinking of himself
With his gaze steady and unencumbered by his display of emotion, he slowly moved his head from right to left
Unknowingly demanding attention while just living in the moment
With a heavy heart I chewed my bottom lip, unable to remain stoic with the impending disaster waiting to surface
And then in just a brief blink of an eye, his met mine
As we connected our worlds through just the mere action of seeing
My last control of strength slipped beneath my fingers as I tried to grasp onto the tiny tendrils of the awareness of the others around
Those inconsequential to me, to us
His face molded into a look of concern
Breaking the dam as my tears began to fall
Unable to breathe I just stared, watching him count each watery drop that escaped
My endless hopes and wishes rising into the back of my throat
Biting my tongue to keep from screaming out
I saw him waver then, like a forced soldier going into battle unconvinced that the mission is worthy of the loss
I pleaded through the night, silently challenging him to hear my thoughts because I knew he understood
Both of our bodies unmoving while we continued our reverie
Creating our own time and space and deleting all of the information from the importance of now
But time is constantly aware, what a fickle friend
Using emotion to portray evidence of the situations to be left unexamined in the few seconds when it matters the most
He finally moved, feet shuffling back away from me
One calculated transition to separate us further but
Pulling me forward with the string that binds us together
Determination twitched at the creases of his mouth
With his mind already made up, he couldn’t turn back from the actions planned
My lips shaped words, motivated by the severity of the moment
“I love you”
Even though my lungs couldn’t produce the strength to exhibit the sound
As he took another step back, the intensity of his gaze begging me not to move
My last glance into his colorful cloud of masculinity and kindness
His whispering words of
“Goodbye”
As he dropped over the edge
His body, mind, and soul gone in only a second

Months later, I sat alone at the very spot where he last stood
Mourning the memory that haunted my every moment without him
The moon lighting the peppered pebbles scattered throughout the dirt where I reflected
“This is home, this is where we belong”
The phrase that so easily convinces the others
But the only hope I could imagine was over the ledge in a foreign place of missing phantoms
With my eyes closed, I stood, shuffling toes to hover halfway on and halfway off
My mind quiet, with no one else around to contemplate my thoughts
I remembered the shape of his face and the way my hands could sink into his skin while I softly caressed his cheeks
I remembered his comforting smell and the way he combed his fingers through my tangles of red wavy curls
I remembered his messy black hair that hung over his light brown eyes, the intensity of his stare still piercingly visible
I stood with my memories, with my eyes closed, reaching out both arms into the empty space of oblivion
I slowly inhaled a satisfyingly deep breath
Giving into the alluring pull of gravity I fell forward into the jaws of hell
Sacrificing heaven to find him.

I am grateful for stories <3