Purgatory within

Wading in the lukewarm waters of apathy
neither able to feel the warmth of the sun
or the cold waters of depression.
It is a fog.
Unable to move
speak
breathe
think
talk
and most certainly not love.
It is pleasantly disguised indifference.
Hands stretch out
just out of reach.
White
lack of color
lack of anything and everything.
Try to swim away, they dare you.
You reflect on your lack of being.
You realize something is better than nothing
sink down, down into the blue.

I am not sure of anything anymore.
I wish I had one thing in my life
where I could say, that's it.
This is how it's supposed to be
but I don't.
I was caught creepin today.
I hope you don't know too much.

I love your hats

I love your face.

I hope you dont know,

at least not yet.

Everything looks better from far away

The Happiness of Childhood

As you grow older,

you realize that nothing that seemed important matters.

I wish everything was still important

and I believed in magic.

The world is so cold.

I wish

I always had so much to say, I guess I just never knew how to say it.

The Space between

Life is like one of those books

that let you make a decision at the end of each chapter.

The paths you go down sometime lead to dead ends,

or being in the same place where you started.
And usually, there is only one option

that will make you completely happy.

How are we supposed to know we are doing what will make us happy?

In life, there is no way to flip the pages back.

As much as it may suck,

I sometimes wish I had five chances at highschool.