Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows

My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently

I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face

Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…

We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.

I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together

All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter

Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,

Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze

Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact

I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.

It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?

There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,

Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed