I had the sudden urge to write, but then i lost my train of thought... just something i'm working on whenever inspiration attacks. Clearly, its unfinished.


"i, want to shake you from your being and whisper love into your ears
with hope it finds its way into your heart
so that you may be safe from the storm and the frigid edges
of the tips of your own thoughts that compass
hatred that grows with each tick of the clock, tock, tick,
and then you awake from reality into a dream
where you live a life of deception of what
you wish were, but what wished is not
back into the grasp of the nightmare where
hope is at a distant reach"