Empty

So many little thoughts, tear me apart.

So many little cracks, I’m waiting for them to be too much.

The best are broken and I find myself ashamed to be whole.

I trace swirls in the dirt, ancient runes of never.

Beautiful black hair hanging loose and wet.

Beautiful in one way, ugly in another.

Counterparts.

I’m about to look back and then sideways.

Cherry blossoms sing to the wind, not knowing who they belong to.

Lonely sandy shores glitter by moonlight.

Black waves by midnight, glowing with foam.

Torn feelings pulsate in the air, are you alone now?

Seaweed like the most beautiful maiden’s hair.

Cut off and shewed off to one side without any more regrets.

Do you feel the tears coming on now?

Tread on glass, and tread softly because you don’t want to wake the others up.

Their dreams bleached and blank of emotions.

Enviable.

Compressed.

Will it last?

It’s time to become alive, spring alive.

Sleeping gargoyles will never wake.

Watch their stone viruses fizzle out and die.

Make mistakes and forget them, you are the only one.

Trust the space in between, neither the dark nor the light.

The window to my soul is beginning to fog.

Feel them coming, feel the air explode.

The music of like will never be heard again.

So beautiful.

Watch everything become nothing.

So magnificent.

So important.

So empty.

-11:11 P.M.