There's something about letting go that seems so inviting 

watch the flames rekindle my fire

direct this burning passion to destroy

...

everything at will

lock my innocence in a fortress

turn my madness into strength

march into the night sky 

embrace the moon as if she were my goddess and exalt this being, this body

But the sun begs me for mercy 

Stomps out my fire into budded flames 

Tears my soul into a million frozen pieces and ask me 

To breathe

To feel 

To understand 

Unseen, simply drifting through the hours of the day. She seemed to walk through life with ease, just wading in the waters or standing on the shore. I could never figure out which place she belonged. You see, when she walked into the room I lost my composure every time. Her shoes clicked across the tile floors and up the stairs. Time had to move in slow motion because I didn't remember how to breathe or if I ever knew how to speak. Was it the way she swayed when she turned the corner? No, it was definitely the way she spoke when she was nervous; a gentle, beckoning octave above a whisper that demanded my attention.