It is all Alright

And so

the sun

rose again without

any concern

to anyone

Slowly 

over the jagged

rock-carved 

mountains

and it was

all

alright.

Hell,

it was perfection

across the 

skyline.

Like emerging 

from a darkened cave

I rise from the 

comfort 

of my warm nest,

blankets tangled around me

-sun caressing me
through
my opened window

like a gentle touch

arousing me from 

my dreams.

A familiar melody

engraved into 

each soul

The sound of the universe

playing back through

my untrained ears

and it was

all

alright.

Shades of reds,

yellows,

purples, whites, 

and blues

colliding

combining

and falling apart 

into a painted masterpiece

before my very eyes

The eccentricities 

vastly their own

astonishingly 

connected

and yet

even behind their lids

it all stays 

stitched together

Emotions are created through

chemical reactions

based on our preformulated

conceptions and

biology.

Time is fleeting 

with each 

heartbeat
-each breath.

Hair a wild mess

but a smile crosses my 

face

nonetheless.

Because it

is alright.

It is all

alright. 

Underneath It All

She played with time
between her finger tips
like it was nothing at all.

And, yeah,
I suppose I was envious
of that.

When I looked at her
she was at peace with it
-whatever it was-

But what I wanted and what she was
were two different things.

Isn't it funny how time changes us?
and yet,
At the heart of it,
we're still the same.

I would watch her
as she would fabricate
a whole new universe
before my very eyes
and I would wonder
where in that universe
I could fit in
or if I even would.

She played with time
like it was just a fond memory
and she existed somewhere
between it all.

I suppose
I should have asked her
for her secrets
but her closed lips
and distanced stare
told me all I needed to know
I wasn't ready.

But sometimes
I would lie awake
at night
and think about the electricity
that flowed through her
and the galaxies glowing
behind her dark eyes.

I don't know.
But I wish I did.

I'm not lost
but
I'm certainly not found
and I guess
that's just what scares me the most.

There is a solitude

that I crave

in the most fundamental form

Disappearing 

into the wind

behind the tethered

veil

~
Gone. 

Falling Apart

The ways

we fell apart-

your stoic mask.

my uneasy breaths. 

-

And as we spiraled down

this slope of uncertainty

we knew not 

of each others

struggles.

I looked through you

and you through me

insistent on our own

suffering. 

~

I hold my breath 

exhale

and 

begin.

~

The 

      ways

we

     fell

a

  p

ar

t 

Tacenda

I've called myself
The Silent Spirit

But I suppose I never
did explain
why.

I assume most everyone
knows
me.

My history.

My reasoning for why
I keep
so much
bottled up
on the
inside.

Or even
that they
know.

I assume
that you
deep
down
are just
like
me.

I assume that
you put on a facade
each and every day
pretending
that you are the strong and fierce
person
that you project yourself to be
but deep down
the guilt and pain
of losing what you love
cuts you to the core
until it all causes you to
crumble
and lay in a dull ache.

I assume that as the hours
fade into the blinding night
you lay awake
and count your sins
accusing yourself
of certain treacheries.

I assume that
at your core
you are just a frightened child
afraid of what
comes
next
damaged by what came before.

I assume that
you question your every action
uncertain of your decisions
crippled by the fear of disappointing
those you dearly love.

I assume that
your smile is probably fake
because your eyes are all too telling
of the pain you hide inside.

I assume that
you once had a person
so beloved to you
that you would do anything for
but that person turned
and stabbed a knife
right through your heart
and that many nights
when your guilt turns to
dreams
you dream of said person
and the friendship you
thought you had.

And mayhap
in my assumption
I was wrong.

But that
-that my dear friend,
is why I
am
The Silent Spirit.

-

She whispered Tacenda
He nodded.

The secrets of the world
are best left
unsaid.

The Chronicles of an Incomplete Character

I told her

that our time is fleeting

but she turned to me

with a fearless smile

-her eyes ablaze with 

newfound courage

and whispered

"As am I."

~

The lights flickered 

from behind her bloodshot eyes.

-Always calculating

Lost within the confines of her own mind

she waits 

for someone 

anyone

to look beyond the looking glass

to pull her from the dark depths

that encircle each thought

each moment

She told herself 

she was brave 

she was all-knowing

but what was the point of knowing

if it only ended in her own demise?

She takes a breath

Exhales

Swallows

And so it begins.

And so it shall 

all

end. 

~

The tension in the air lingered longer

this time than the last.

New beginnings often bring 

painful ends. 

But, if you could just hear me for one moment,

the book was never closed. 

The chapter never complete.

We sit as unfinished characters in a flawed tale.

~

If you could please just hear me

for one moment.

I don't think she can though.

Her blank stare 

and damp palms

I know you are in there.

But she's not.

The darkness has taken hold.

She exhales.

And exhales.

And exhales.

Until there is nothing left of her.

Just a crumpled excuse of 

who she once was.

Please

hold on.

But she let go 

a long, long time ago.

I want to hold her

to breathe the life back 

into her limp body.

Her eyes

follow mine

as if to hear my thoughts.

Don't 

go.

A tear falls

silently

and I want to plead with her

to beg her to come home.

But she has left

me.

And with her

I am gone.

~

The night sinks into me

like a blade into flesh.

My worst untold tragedy

was the one I could never admit to myself.

These wounds were always self-inflicted.

You think we are alone

and perhaps

we were.

But, my love,

look at the clock. 

Our time

is running out.