Actual Abstraction
Shapes and shades...

It's time to let go
So good bye...

So many feelings,
All at once...

At the top of a hill
An old oak tree sways...

Time to take off my make up
And put on my face...

Breathe in, now out
Feel the wind brush against your skin...

I turn around
There you are...

Gazing at the mixture
Of light and darkness below...

Why do I put myself through this daily pain?
Trying to reach for someone...

I can't stand this anymore
It's hacking at my soul...

Trapped and confined
Search for windows...

The moon shown down like heaven's veil,
As we listened to the sweet song of a Nightingale...