This land is lost and we are few.
Famine has struck, the sun shields it's view.
Not a sound is heard in this desolate hell
For we've turned our eyes inward, we're alone
alone

Living things and flying machines all around
Oh Lord, won't you make a sound.

the day is alone
it longs for tomorrow
but tomorrow has it's eye on the world.

the day conceives for the first time
more empty than before
and tomorrow finds it's happiness aside.

someone to hold my hand when my hand is lonely and touch my skin when it's reaching for her. a reaction to the thoughts i'm thinking and a smile to the looks i'm sharing.

fade to the sound of a voice and a convenient helper to keep the hair out of my face. dream a reality congruent to the result of opening my eyes.

happiness is not found in my surroundings with the flowers, the birds, or love from this world. trying to find what i want from them will only give me the extreme opposite of what my heart is constantly reaching for ( Read more... )

Keep me safe from this world, oh Lord ( Read more... )

checked and anxiously anticipating a beginning to a conclusion ( Read more... )

i'm so far from home ( Read more... )

foreign love, foreign beauty
flowers for visual, a symphony for the rest
quarantined shades of orange too blurry

for details-unclear

waves of static unpredictably/desperately strive

for their shore

borrowed dreams-stolen
shriveled for joy
not as it seems

more that way

static wind still hearts as we dance
rhythmic steps, stirring emotions as we embrace
close enough to feel your thoughts
far enough to escape reality
oceans of blue windows radiating
a pattern no artist could repeat
all for me, everything for you
awake from this reality to dream less
anticipating afternoons, good morning
bright sun arising on your

Joy and happiness fill my lungs
A new kind of snow is falling tonight
No longer needing or even wanting
Excited for the one that loves
The sun will no longer melt away my scene
Forever was promised and tomorrow is included.