We Are Changing in the Sun Rise

it came in the morning, but the sun did not rise and the light did not illuminate our faces. the water did not flood the room and the lack of windows disappeared the rest of the world. enclosed, infinite, given in and our eyes are giving in to the pull of sleep- but it said awake. awake and find yourself among the petals and remnants, among the materials and qualifications. you do not come to this place in immortality; you are a face that rises and changes and ages- and always the sun will rise. the room with four walls, four barriers, only four of the million and a nondescript electrical box against the wall. something powers the world, rooms without windows have electrical boxes for the light- just in case.
may is our own private island, beyond us lies the sea. the sailboat turns the bend; the lighthouse guides in. the solitary soul guides beams across us, bring the ships in, against barriers unnecessary. hoist the sails, push off for the island. my island, our island, may upon the breeze. even in the four we see the light.
i see the light; it is escaping from the edges of our minds. i think we will remember how the sun did or didn't rise. and how it did or didn't wake us in the morning. the showers come with shifting mountain air; even when the clouds cover the sun, it rises. when the sun does not rise it is actually rising just like yesterday and tomorrow. and the walls are solid still and we will navigate the dark. we will kiss the shores upon arrival.

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Volumes of Oceans

It was like that again
Like realizing you’d never fly
Like saying your last goodbye
It was like it used to be
No personal army to flee
No heart to drift to sea
It proved difficult
To recognize the look
To see all that you took



Teeth chattered
She
Uncontrollably
Shook
The cold, The sting
The depths
Of situations
She never thought
He
Could break
Her Heart

The others just filled up space while I worked on how to figure out the situation of you. It’s odd how we find ourselves desperate for the comforts and yet unwilling to even dare to allow ourselves the rest. Perhaps we have not quite found ourselves, and the search is beyond the need to fill the heart. Perhaps it comes with time. The further we go, the more we will know.

I was prepared. I live in wait no more.


Peace
Mandy

Mine. Yours. Ours.

Since the Space here is Infinite, I will fill it with anything and Everything that comes across my mind..













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Death Cab for Cutie- "I Will Possess Your Heart":

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound,
But in a language that you can't read just yet.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirrored perspective,
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.

You reject my advances and desperate pleas.
I won't let you, let me down so easily, so easily.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
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What were you hoping for at the end of the day? What do you want from me, we've been through this before. At times there is only so much that can be said. At times the silences I should be filling somehow are left unrecognized. What do you say to that. What do you want from me. Where are we going, what does it matter. What if we never get there. Sometimes we find ourselves in situations we never never thought possible. Unfamiliar, yet existing just as unquestionable as the breath in the lungs. My thoughts are so scattered.What is happening half way across the world?

I'd like to sit by the sea
Watch the waves crash
And remember what every year has meant to me

Words and Words and a few more Words.
Mine. Your. Ours.
Can you own your words?
Or do they belong to the world?

पास
Mandy