Optimism, filling my cup to the brim,
standing on edge, ready to spill over...

A small sliver of silver light,
embedded deep in the still darkness...

Only ten cents a box,
take your time...

Walking by unnoticed,
calm underlying fears...

Tell me all your thoughts about the
stars that fill the moon lit skies...

Trapped in this canvas of darkness,
painted with charcoal and ashes...

They're gone.
The doors have finally shut and...

The night has arrived.
The one all teenagers...

The magic of lightning
fills the evening sky...

Faded memories sleep in dusty frames,
lining a wall where the words meant everything...

A little bit deeper,
but not too deep...

My walls are crumbling,
defeated under constant attacks...