I have spent my whole life waiting
Hoping that some day I might win...

I'm taking time the hard way
That's the only path I know...

There are words that need speaking
They rest on the tip of my tongue...

I shot myself last night
The adrenaline stung my eyes...

I'm living in isolation
Banned from negotiation...

This empty chasm fills my lungs as I breathe
Conspicuous suffocation taking me...

White noise
in a crowded room...

Here I am in the quiet sky
Falling, dreaming I can fly...

She walks with one hand rested on her hip
She sways as she puts the bottle to her lips...

The
Tingling...

Words forgotten when you walked out the door
Memories and flashbacks packed away tight...

Grey smoke billowing in the whispering breeze
Pine needles twittering in the great pine trees...