This thought is simple,
Kind of juvenile...
Picking up the pieces,
Filling in the blanks...
Do you see me?
I never have...
1387584000 seconds of my life being me
Now every painful moment of every waking hour...
We forget the shapes of our banners
Have been sewn from skin...
Blue skies and fluffy clouds,
gentle warm breeze kissing my skin...
I used to look up at the sky
Each and every night...
This darkness enclosing,
these shadows prevail...
Like a river when it falls
There is no pain to feel...
Blue sky
cerulean calm...
I was young the day I met you,
too young to read the shadows in your grin...
the fallacy of boyhood
a starting line with no end...