Garbage: 08/14/2008

Falling into an endless shadow,

of real fantasies.

Staring in your eyes, waiting

for the air to come to me, so that I can finally breathe.

Passion flares

like a fire in the night.

With the devastating collapse of my harsh reality.

My judgement.

My thought.

My sanity.

My beliefs.

My ideas.

All of it, everything, ill-conceived.

My patience grows thin.

Outside my state of mind,

the wind howls, the leaves rush, and the raindrops fall.

Intensifying in every way.

Drowning every inch of the world.

Lost memories coming back, of lonely days.

And many sleepless nights.

Waiting for someone real, something real, somewhere real.

Safe. To cling to. In needy times.

But soon, though, the loneliness will cease.

I will have my sanity.