Wrinkled.

my chest tightens; the wind is gone.
everything is still.

time moves past, drifting softly through me;
i feel nothing while observing everything.
emptiness consumes me;

staring deeply into the unknown waiting for something, someone, to jar me back to into this life.

this is real, this wrinkle. it effects me like nothing before.

And so i sit... in silence, overwhelmed with the unknown, the past, the future.
such small moments, such extensive impact.

A Fine Line.

Slow and torturous, I get lost with each word. Inhaling deeply they expand my mind, my heart, my soul.

In another time, a life we are no longer living, yet we're feeling more deeply with each passing day.

Time stands still and in this moment, this very moment, we'll find peace, love, hope and desire.

Your touch soothes my soul, setting fire to the dwindling flame that fights to exist within me.

Our breath threatens to extinguish the flame; our passions fight to keep it burning. Nothing can save us and in reality, is this something worth saving?

Be real. Be truth. Be strong.

Truth Time.

Falling down the rabbit hole is a rush. Walls zoomed past as I saw him; I couldn't think or speak... and I most certainly could not look him in the eye.

From that moment when we'd met, it was something I'd never felt; as if I'd known him my entire life. He could see through the bull shit, into my very core. Undeniable was the electricity and energy that flowed between us.

He put me in a taxi at the end of the night; I knew it would not be the last time I saw him. 

Next time, I wouldn't be going home alone. And I didn't.

The problem with the rabbit hole? It's easy to get in and nearly impossible to make it back out.