The darkness in her eyes
Tells me she wants to speak
But the mouth below them
It is like a book
A book that cannot open
The muteness in her speech
The quiet
Her eyes scream for help
But no one listens
Is this because they can’t hear her
In her torture
Her living hell
They see her, but she walks right past
Is she scared
To speak to them
But if anyone took one moment
One simple moment
To look into her eyes
That book would…
… Open


This is about one of my friends that I made my freshman year or high school (2008 - 2009)

If you think about it all life is is a memory. If you had no memory then you would not be able to carry on any type of conversation. You would forget experiences and redo them with only worse results. Pain is never in the moment you only remember that it hurts.

Listening to the sounds of the night
the crickets gaining and losing volume
like a background to a symphony
the locusts following in tune with them
the breeze rolling across the grass
bending its blades back and forth
forming a dance to the music
nearby the bees add their song of honey
the wolves coming in with their chorus of howling
followed by the scampering of the squirrels on leaves
freshly shaken from the trees
the wind picking up the leaves
and ruffling the limbs of the trees
the wind dying down as the grass straightens
the fireflys come out lighting their lights
becoming a small fireworks show
that. is. nature.

In this lonely ole’ hotel room
watching those stars fade away
And he lost himself
somewhere along the way

He looks to his right
and sees her lying there
That is when he realizes
that his life is headed nowhere

And he looks up at the sky
and tries to find a way
To make this pain go away
to turn his night into day

And it’s twenty years later
and his life has passed him by
He would give it all away
for just one more try

And he looks to his right
and sees her lying there
That is when he realizes
that all he wanted is right here

What is pain but a memory?
What is love but a feeling?
Is this what makes us human?