My foot meets the ground often.

Sometimes in anger.

Sometimes not.

When this happens, I feel no pain.

I do feel regret.

Today the concrete is harder than my foot.

It's strange to switch positions.

Isn't that life?

The hard ground will never speak.

So them how do I make them listen?

I need to remember that mysteries are just lies wrapped in truth.

I have to let you go.

Into someone else’s heart and life.

You and I are forever yet never.

I want to take away your pain.

I you had it easier.

You are incredible and I will never be able to tell you that.

Please don’t forget me.

You are my queen.

Salty stringing drops of water hit my face. I don’t wince, I just close my eyes, feeling the sway of the boat and the freezing wind blowing my long black hair behind me.

I know well enough by now that all this will soon be right out of my reach. It will disappear right into thin air, as if it was never here.

I open my eyes. The smells and the cold still haven’t left. Only the memories and time that people had here have left.

Not mine however, my memories will stary with me forever until I one day vanish from this world too. I want to scream. I want to cry. But there’s no one to hear me. And no one to comfort me.

Just my small boat and I. Floating in a new unknown world and a now faint memory.

Fading away slowly, the water starts to evaporate into the sky, creating a mist around my boat and I.

A single tear falls off my cheek, immediately evaporating too.

I reach out my hand to the mist.

“Goodbye.” I whisper.

I will not forget this place. I promise.

Forever… yet never.

My name is a word and my life feels like death.

My life is a mess and sometimes I can’t breathe.

I don’t know why I feel this way because I don’t want to.

A shamble of words spills out of my mouth.

I can’t seem to think straight and I need a path.

Somewhere that I can go and be myself.

A place where I can fall into a lake and have my thoughts to myself.

Or a pond where I can sink and explore the new.

Maybe even a stream that can take me on a journey.

I have a dream sometimes when I can do anything.

I wish I could really do that.

Falling to shadows nowadays, feels like rain on a burn.

I don’t listen to them anymore.

They seem to make me angry for no reason.

I have to remember that I may be the worst of the best, but I’m the best of the worst.

My blood is often cold.

And I know its okay to be mad.

But sometimes better to be mad.

Under my bed is the mystery of life.

I clutch my red gun to my chest.

But red guns can never be fired.

Inside a stone, there’s a gem.

Inside a gem, there’s a jewel.

Gold glistens like a diamond. She glistens for silence.

She is powerful and yet fragile.

She will only turn sliver when she thinks about her destiny.

Blue, green and yellow are the colours of her soul.

She cannot be chipped.

A sword to her heart will never go through.

With armour like iron, no-one can get through.

Catching dreams like amber catches her.

The past is a sapphire.

But the future is cracked.