And how can we sleep
when we're inhaling life
five thousand shades
too deep?

It's time to open my heart up, seek the help my broken self yearns for. Oh God, now is the time. The time to heal.

How much time do we spend obsessing over what we could have said? Why can't we have faith that it was meant to be, whatever caused our hearts to sing or our lips to finally cease to be still...

What do we know about the character of life? We try to recreate its dignity, without even meeting its true form...

Everything we know, is everything we don't know. For we are aware only of what's revealed to us, but there is so much more, evolving within the hemispheres of the Earth.

Should I challenge myself, to be braver? Or do I fade away between weeks of summer transitioning to fall?

There is no
magic
lurking in your speech-
but I'm devouring all
possibilities;
there is no
explanation
for how your words
affect me,
trap me,
coyly

use me.

(And I, don't always
want to find you
out).

Coffee with cream and early morning poetry really wake the sleeper inside.

It is ludicrous to believe I am what you said you would rather have me be. I've never done those acts, I wouldn't exchange my morals for that.

But, I still believe I will end up becoming an invaluable.

[All in my mind...]

Close your eyes, rest your wrists. You've exerted too much energy on me. My throat is still awash with these emotions. Please, tuck me away. I will be loyal to you another day. But now? Now, I must recover.

[And so the piano sleeps...]