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Here's the new video on The Prose Channel! The writers mentioned are tagged in the comment section below.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoTK4tEVcrg

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With no stability in life,

I’m going to blow away

like ashes in a breeze,

the ashes of cremation

floating like death,

like a ghost

floating like feathers,

like dead leaves

in the winds of autumn,

until they settle

like raindrops

in the lake

of eternity.

Is it possible to go on

when your dreams are dying

the long slow death

of a mountain washed away

by centuries of rain?

The drops of rejection after rejection,

ending after ending,

the pollution of the world’s indifference,

the hard winds of acceptance,

the earthquakes of depression,

and the sinkholes of anguish.

Pain erupts like an active volcano

and heartache burns through the landscape

like lava eating everything that’s left;

the pain fills in every second of every day

until all that remains is wasteland.

Instant gratification

equals long term pain and suffering;

a night of ecstasy

brings down the dark curtains

of guilt and heartache

like black ink

reaching through veins

darkening blood,

filling mind with disease,

cells black with gangrene,

a slow death that eats away

at whatever pleasure is left,

leaving hurt until the numbness sets in,

that gentle nothing

that comes like a warm, dark blanket,

covering everything,

smothering dreams,

spiraling hope

like blood down a drain.

She's leaning out against hope

Again

Suspended

Above the impossible

With those 3 stray hairs

Mindlessly framing

My future

She trips over

Her dreams as she recalls them

Worried about these imaginary

Failures

That whip behind her

Like ribbons

While she rises

And it seems the total

Of her regrets

Have become an arrow

Pointing her away

From

The nightmare I never met

That never really existed.

Her heartbeat kind of sways

Like dreams wrapped in

Doubt

And it's fucking beautiful

And I'm cursing the clouds

Again

And praying for a mirror

Big enough to reflect

the view

And I wonder if the sun

Ever sees itself fall

As it sets beyond the shore

Or how I would feel

If I carried such a burden

So I will hunch

Over the page

And write within the shadows

Of myself

As I follow her into tomorrow,

Begging, that dimly lit lines on a page

Will somehow become

Reflection

It feels like fall

I sit outside in the cool air

And smoke, inhaling deeply

It's the only time I feel young again

I miss the feeling of possibility

Of strangers and dark streets

Like anything could happen

When the night was young at 11 PM

They say it's bad for you, I know

But when I breathe in

I feel the buzz of youth and infinity

The feeling like I'm untouchable

Something happens when you

push your body to the edge

of what it can handle

It reminds you that

you are alive

And despite everything,

you are grateful to breathe

To feel, to hurt

The pain can bring tears to your eyes, sure

But it's also the release

Of anger and disappointment

Everything that's been holding you back

You realize

if you push yourself hard enough

You can move

Sometimes I wish for an endless summer night

Sweet cicada serenades as you drift down the lane

Enveloped by the glow of street lights

Your feet barely touch the ground

As crickets join the singing

And the air smells of fresh cut grass and possibility

Like anything can happen if you wish hard enough

In the twilight, I run headlong into my dreams

Until the sun breaks the horizon at dawn

And I must face the day