Our Love's Infancy Was Non Existant;
Raised Beyond a Cage of Bones;
Feasting upon everything Appealing

The Accurate Description of Her Internal Appearance
Was Written in Invisible Ink;
Sleeping Adjacent to externally Placed Adjectives

Unable to Witness her Beauty, I sleep;
Dreaming Pulls me closer to her.

Hallucinations, Complications

Interrupting Conversations

Familiar Voices Disappear

Leaving Strange Distorted Faces

Repetition In the Kitchen

In the home in which I live in

Images delay themselves and

Leave me questioning my vision

Optimism Shines so Strong

Eliminating Right from Wrong

The sounds within the Precious Air

Create an endless Colored Song

Death is seen so Comfortably

The end of life was recently

The hands that sleep upon the clock

are Wide awake quite Frequently

Reality is just a word

Describing everything absurd

Endlessly mistaking all our

Visions as the Sounds we heard

...

I think to myself everyday;

Out loud, in a tone Unrecognized by

the deafened flaps of skin that repose horizontally

upon my augmenting Head.



The vibrations escaping my

throat become unfamiliar as I habitually

Focus on the Pain That has made its way into

My Once Optimistic Mind.



Will My Voice remain unidentified?

What can I do to confine this discombobulated state of mind?



- Animosity Currently Makes up The Majority of Who I am,
But There is still a small portion of Happiness somewhere within me;
waiting Oh so Patiently to be revived. -

The only way to Put Breath back into the lungs of My Retired Emotions,
is to aim my focuses at the sunshine
(Frequently Unapparent, but Peacefully Inherent)

I Need to Put my Breath into the Lungs Of everything Joyful,

I Need to attempt the things I've considered Impossible to accomplish,

I Need to realize that coming face-to-face with Pain only means I am Human,


And The Realization that I am Human, Sparks the Realization that

My life on this planet is incredibly short.

Every day needs to be looked at as a privelage,

Learn to Love Everything and Everyone around you,

because Your Happy feelings will only last

as long as the heart that sleeps within your body.
:)

Summary :

My Voice (Inside of me, and Outside of me) becomes unfamiliar
as my depression increases.
I know I am Happy, But Ive been thinking So pessimistically lately!
I've learned that the only reason why Human's get sad,
is because we focus on every little sad thing occuring in our lives.
we dont even TRY to focus on the Positive things!
all we need to do is give everything and everyone around us a chance,
and I beleive that is the true cure to living an optimistic life.
We are obviously only given One chance on this planet,
and it really is a true gift.
If you think about Life for too long, its almost like your drifting into
a whole new planet.

Life is pretty crazy; so live a crazy life.
The good crazy, not the bad kind.
;)