i look to him for acceptance in a
reiterating world. His eyes are too familiar to be so far
away. They left without the decency of a
goodbye. Every night their memories flood my
mind. i look to the stars and hope these wish
i mays come true. i had no choice but to let them escape.
i see them dying behind green glass
doors, and rush to gather their pieces.
As i stumble over myself. They lack the desire to grow.
i watch their shallow thoughts envelope each other
in misleading forms of comfort. their trembling lips spit out long lost
dreams into a hopeless world. it hurts to watch them go.
we're all 5 years old beneath the surface. and these words unfold like forgotten
nursery rhymes, into serial killer minds, as i watch them all
.............dreaming into children.
~me~
