The Chasm of the Mind

"Foolish girl."

An echo. Reverberating throughout my head like a shout at the ledge of a canyon. Somewhere in the cavern of my mind sits the truth. Fragments appear. Casually, but lingering only for a fleeting moment until the looming presence of my mind beings to shift its focus; and just like that, it's gone. 

"He doesn't love you."

Forcing out empty though. Finding safe havens in the emptiness. The blank. Where there is no thought there is no fear.

"And he will leave."

Always present. Sitting in the corner, whispering bitter words throughout my skin. Smirking at the thought of hope. He waits.    

Search for Truth

In a world of fake, false and lies, where are we to turn to?

Grab your mask and put on your smile princess
Cry out to God as you put on your new face
Eventually we'll forget what is behind it
We'll live our lives becoming something fake

Who I am, who you are is nothing
The world is matched by a stream of perfect faces
No one would think to ask us if we died
But we all march to the song of the dead
 
"Song of the Dead"
We're all here.

Out of Our Reach

'listen' he said.
                      'do you hear it? the faint breath of air on the wind. it's a melody.'

'listen' she said.
                  'do you hear it? it's pulsing. passionate in its liberty. i've never heard such a song'

'listen' he said.
                      'do you hear it? a whisper of leaves echoes the refrain. harmonies arising now too. softly. like the waves of the ocean; gently.'

'listen' she said.
                  'freedom. rising in tone. not happy or sad. but complete.'

'listen' he said.
                  'this is the song of love.'


"And is this unattainable?"