(06) the nature of growing up

it was all the same - the nature of growing up...the nature that he had enough of. no one would ever seem the same. she could say she loved him, but she didn't have the time to heal all the hidden pain so he lost himself in the ocean that was love and told us all about that great message from up above while discarding the distance to the sun. what are you supposed to say when your memories have been erased? i'm not the way you remember me. time has changed.

supper's on the table, getting cold. go ahead and judge me from the paper i can't seem to fold. this writing makes you think i'm trying to hide, but i can only watch as you quickly pass me by. somewhere in the darkest nights, my sense of fear was compromised. all of this will be surpassed. there will be no truth in what was said as long as you forget the things you have read.

(05) short of breath

a burning bridge and a sky of smoke. your assumptions only make me choke. i try to see, but i lose focus of it all. short of breath forever.

(04) an army of sadness

the silence came from everywhere, but none of them took notice. i was hoping the music had just gotten caught between my ears. the days lost their sunlight before i would even wake up. passed out in the corner, i felt happy there, but an army of sadness was just starting to attack. the planes had already started dropping bombs. the pages turn without adequate time to read what was written.

(03) the disappearance

i disappeared, and no one else could find me. the sun had now turned black in my world. for a split second more, i could feel the warmth of the entire summer throughout my body, but it was leaving me just like everything else that had once made me feel happy. within minutes, i would feel the rain pulsing down on me rapidly, and it wouldn't let up until i realized what i had done. i just wanted to know i was still loved by the same people i will loved, but i fucked everything up more and more each day. each week, we slowly drifted apart. winds carried us in opposite directions. our days were now numbered as the night would set things tragic.

(02) invisibility

the forgetful boy had fallen asleep under his blanket of stars. the small dots of light had seemed to comfort him much more than any one person in the world could. he knew they would never have hands to wave goodbye with. somewhere else in the world people were waking up and going about their daily routines, but not where he was. he just lied there silently as if no one else could see him, and no one could. he had become invisible.

(01) modern trappings of an uneternal youth

painting pictures across a black canvas, uncontrollable doubt bleeds slowly from my worn-out brush. my silent second-guessings offer up only the modern trappings of an uneternal youth. they all see him in the shadow of who they want him to be. the lack of color in my environment melts everything away, leaving not even a hint of natural substance. i feel it's only a matter of time. one day, they won't be able to make the difference. one day, nobody will. one day, i will break free from the catastrophic remains of my lost memories. my eyes will stay shut forever.