I’m Standing in the Window

I’m standing in the window

Here in the darkness of the dawn the twilight is whispering a tainted song

It crawled across my shoulders and settled into my skin

Inviting me in

The wind increased as the temperature became a frosted disguise

Never looking with it’s own eyes

Stretching its sight to see between the lies

A fractured image remains unbroken amongst the shattered pieces

A dream that carries the rest through

A moment waited upon that falls away even with the strongest strings holding it together….I watch it fade, lost in the morning dew

Each piece slowly falling away again

Reconstructing from the left center of a baseline

The center cut that’s filled with the deepest lines of blood

The places where unknown echoes call out to be heard and where we never think we are, but we are.

One becomes two becomes four becomes eight until the sea of lost souls crying out has swelled into the roaring thunder of an angry sea, starring back at me.

Storms swelling on the backbeat

Calling out to the sky

Trapped inside.

The sea swells and crashes, it rages to be first

It craves the desire of itself being placed

The familiarity of excessive complications

The right of complaining

The lack of ambient ambitions

The need to be free

But there is only one me.