Begin Again

Stop.

Breathe.

-

Stop.

-

Begin.

Again.

-

Let me ask 

you a 

question:

What is 

your truth? 

And how 

did you come 

to find it?

-

Relax.

Breathe.

Answer me.

-

Stop.

-

Begin. Again.

-

Let us explore 

something else:

Where does 

your reality end

and

where does 

mine begin?

And

What are 

their differences?

-

You

look

perplexed.

Shall I repeat?

No.

-

Begin again.

-

Final question 

for now:

Tell me-

Who are you?

Not your name.

Your character.

Your soul.

Your eternal being.

And what do you crave?

-

Stop.

The Monotony of Enough

The days were monotonous-
but he lived through them
anyway.

Each action-
waking,
rising,
brushing his teeth,
showering,
dressing,
drinking that
shitty cup of coffee
that he needed
to get him through his repetitive day
of fixing everyone else's problems
while no one cared to listen
to his
but he told himself he found
joy and peace in it all
and so he was okay.

He was
okay.

He
was
oh-

Sometimes he just
wanted to scream
to tear at his hair
and cry
and ask god
or anyone
why is this was happening to him?

-kay.

And yeah
he had a good life-
a place to call home
a reputable job
and a wife who
made him feel like he was
her world.

but when the day
faded to night
and she turned over in bed
-his fingers running through her smooth hair
-lightly caressing her soft skin
he couldn't help but wonder
if there was anything else
he could do to make ends meet
to build something
out of nothing
but
My god
there is nothing
utterly nothing
left
and nowhere left to go.

and so he lays in a quiet
disbelief
wondering
if it will always be like this
as she sleeps peacefully by his side.

Defeated
but alive
and for now
that had to be enough.

It just has to be
enough.

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.