Mess.

Fighting back the tears,
That sting and burn my eyelids,
From exhaustion, anger, grief,
And all I know is,
I just have to get through this next day.

Shimmer.

Is it really true
That everything that shimmers
In this world
Will fade
I'd like to believe
That the sun of a smile
Will always shine
Even if it's just
In my own orbit
And that the murmur
Of some voice
Will always turn my head
Sending shivers down my spine
Putting a sparkle
In my eyes
Even if it's not always you
That puts it there.

There's 7 billion people in this world, so why are we so scared of being alone?

Doing my thing.

I got a new pen today.

Oh yes, I did.

In time.

Sometimes. Time moves so fast, it scares me. Then other times. I look back and time hasn't changed at all. I watch the hands of the clock move the seconds of time away. I panic. Where is time going? I look again at the clock and only a minute has passed. I think about the seconds that count and the ones that don't. Or do they all, and I've just never noticed...?

Watching you pass by.

I long for things,
I left behind,
But have to wonder,
Were they ever really mine?

You move so slow,
You cut so deep,
It makes me believe,
You were just that way with me.