It all comes down to this; we drown ourselves in the shallow end of the world. Come jump into the sea of dreams but be careful not to break your skin against the sharp rocks, hidden in the murky water, stained by broken dreams. Purity fades & disappears with the drop of each grain of sand through the glass.

Hey kid, is that a glimmer in your eye? So heartbreaking, but still unnoticeable. They lose themselves in the pretty cars & shiny toys that the tear is just a mere gray cloud that no one notices. You are not seen for who you are; you become your Benz, your money, and your SAT score.

&you ask me what is wrong & why I won’t open up like your favorite book. Well here it is; thumb through the bloodstained pages & absorb every line & curve that form these words. Silent stares & confused advice are what I feel. You see but it doesn’t soak in. Did you ever think that there was more than one way to read the same book? Disregard this note, let these words slip through your stare; I should be getting used to this by now. [An open book that no one reads, a mispelld word that no one knows.]

I’m leaving the alcohol behind & stroking the broken wings that lie on my bed. Broken wings & broken hearts can somehow be fixed. I threw away the instruction manual & I’m trying my best to write my own. &if I could, I would take the little bit of compassion that is left in the universe along with a needle and patch up your broken heart. You’re a beautiful stranger that I know so much about. You’ve remained hidden for sixteen years but still manage to see me every night. But I want to touch your skin & feel your words on me.

I’m standing on the spring horizon, squinting hard to see the summer. Soon after, the leaves will fall in autumn. &I don’t know when but the winter gray will eventually lead me to my death bed with closed eyes & the throbbing sounds of silence.

My red is everywhere.