My bedtime story
Hectic like city streets when the summer heat awakens it's inhabitants whom are now crazed, attempting to relieve their unquenchable thirsts.
Running wild like children on a playground; jumping from structure to structure and shouting to one another, my thoughts are sporadic and restless.
While the world around me lay still in slumber, my brain refuses to yield.
1am
2am
3am
As I drag my ballpoint across the yellow parchment, the chaos slows to a calm stream of metaphors and similes. With each river bend, the thoughts become smooth and tame.
4am- asleep.
A haunting
The skeletons of our memories together still haunt me.
They shake my bones and freeze my heart. I glance around the room and see your shadow. You're laying next to me and I feel you staring into my eyes. I can feel your breathe on my face but when I reach out to kiss you..you disappear into thin air because you're no more than a memory.
Shreds of Heartache
That night you said goodbye
I slammed your car door shut
Walked up the driveway to my front door
Turned the handle
Pulled it open
Clicked it shut
As I stepped through that doorway
The world around me
Was engulfed in fire
The air thick with heavy black smoke
Stole the breath off my lips
I felt a sharp blow to my chest
Stunned by the pain
Paralyzed
My heart
It broke
It bled
It seized
It exploded
Pieces scattered everywhere
My eyes began to water
Slowly extinguishing the flames around me
Once the fire was out
I got on my hands and knees
Crawling on the ground
Sifting through the debri
I glued the shards of my heart together
But I was missing a piece
After searching high and low I climbed to my feet
Trembling I began to breathe
Not without consequence
With each deep breathe came a sharp pain
Like my heart exploding again
And again
Eventually my legs stopped trembling
But every breath without you still stung like venom in my lungs
The other day I saw the missing piece glistening in the sun
I glued it in the vacant space
Now I breath easy
Scent and memory
As the rustic smell of burning wood enters my lungs I am instantaneously transported back to warm summer nights in Maine sitting around the camp fire, singing songs and falling in love with the people around me. With every inhale of the fresh mountain air and flame encased logs I feel the love around me enveloping my soul and inspiring my existence.