Strapped in the seat

The car begins to move

Click

Click

Click

Up the hill slowly

Adrenalin pumping

Until

Silent free falling

Speed riveting

Around the corner bends

Through the tunnels

Frontwards

Backwards

Upside down

Can't catch breath

Terrified

But when it's over

And you realize

You're alright

All you can think about

Is riding it one more time

flower crowns

and

bikini tops

blue colored hair

and

old coffee shops

little black dresses

and

knee high boots

men with a sense of humor

and

three piece suits

the smell of vanilla

and

messy buns

sharp wit

and

witty tongues

freshly baked pastries

and

unique music boxes

dream filled nights

and

necklace pocket watches

writing carelessly

and

feeling free to be me

to stay in my wonderful world

and

forget reality

No two people

Fit together so perfectly

Apart from you and I

You are my pillar

My strength

A crutch

When I cannot move

My breath

When I can no longer breath

My heart

My love

A warm embrace

On a cloudy day

No angry words

No threats

No hate

Only beauty

There is no therapist.

There is no trauma. There is no suffering. There is just this, and this, however named, is perfect. All is perfect. Perfect stillness, perfect knowing, perfect being. It is only when perfection incarnated, nirvana as samsara, forgets this one and only truth of perfection, of just this, that imperfection manifests and induces unnecessary pain - suffering. But upon recollection, perfection incarnated soon becomes reliberated from all previous suffering. All karmic debt, all psychological wounds, are instantly relieved consequent to this ultimate recollection, similar to recollecting a nightmare is not real.

Reality is perfection, and you are reality.

His soul is stained by tears

you will never see

A hollow place he sits

deep inside of me

Eating through my soul

consuming everything

Like a cancer he spreads

leaving me with nothing

Stolen breath he breathes

Inhaling my sanity

With calloused hands

He invades my fantasy

Destroying truths

Which could be lies

And breaking binds

That kept my hands tied

A pinprick

Makes me bleed

Stains the world

Below my feet

I'm a balloon

Overfilled

Bursting apart

Scattered till

Remnants remain

On the floor

A shadow

Of what

I was before

Sheltered from the storms of life

I sit

Waiting

For the seas to calm

Waves created from turmoil

Misplaced expectations

As life and death battle for victory

A spectator waiting for the finale

Bored by what most consider thrilling

Entertained by the ordinary

Crying until my breath gives way

Laughing until I do the same

A roller coaster full of turns

Blindfolded and backwards

dawned in darkness

while bathed in light

Blessed with curses

And cursed with blessings

Biding my time

Until the perfect shell

Shatters again

Hoping

I will be able to find all of the pieces

Knowing it is okay

Even if I don't