The Worlds Between Us

Lost boys run into the wild as eyes perched in long days walk the skyline speaks in myriad of waves brewing alternatives that speak in language too soar for sound. Cuppled phases of nostalgia run from heart strings braided in time dusted but still playing the somber tunes of outdated shades that have been long forgotten. Swirling through the exit wounds the symphonic exhale of pain and suffering various tempos roll from the tongue like rehearsed sketches of better times, places, and people. Pieces perfected in time now placed in congruent fixtures that relay a tapestry of long goodbyes, halloweens, and graveyard trances that obsessed over the teenagers that seek meaning out here in the drink.

Calm steady palms shuffle along with frames that are in a fluid visual cacophony blending in the shades of gray from the deepest recesses of the artists pencil highlighting those deepest fleeted days that are on repeat, reruns of all of those should of, and could have happy days. Summits reach our eyes and the sky limits as our breath takes a leap of faith into the unknown as mists rolls like excuses among the terrain below. Butterflies blue and bright million the sea of light and air wisps of vapor wrap their wings as they continue to fly as green hues drip from sad eyes. I'm alone up here in the atmosphere if I could go back I would just disappear alone I sit the sky is the limit as I struggle through each and every year.