Our Caslte Out The Window

And everything seems wrong and bad and painful. You've learned to stand when standing isn't easy. But the memory of learning that makes you miss everything and tears threaten to come again and maybe you're just finished with it; finished with standing when it's not easy. Through the droopy eyelids and the fogged up pupils, avoiding the perception of the thing that makes your eyes the saddest of all, you look out to your castle and it's standing. So go there. And let there be no gravity there; no gravity of any kind. There will be no options; no standing or falling. Just floating. Maybe you're floating in tears here but go to your castle and float in happiness...

J.


Photo credit: David Plunkett

Your kind

There's something I need to tell you
for it's been playing on my mind.
You're yet another clue
to the problem with your kind.
The ones who come and fill me and then simply depart.
After promising me forever
all I get is another void inside my heart
that fills up with never...

J.

'I wanna set the world on fire...'

What do you do when you set your world on fire?
I'd love to bask in the warmth.
I'd love to get lost in the slight blue hidden in the orange and yellow.
But I'm burning.
Lord, I'm burning badly.
And the tears measure largely in volume.
But this time, this time, they can't put the fire out.
This time I get to burn.
And dear Lord, I'm burning badly.
There's no escaping this burning world.
I don't get to go to another world.
But 'this isn't the end of the world.'
It can't be.
This can't be the worst day because you don't know what tomorrow will bring.
I promise that anything worse won't be the fault of my stupidity.
Lord, I'm burning badly.
The world is on fire.
At least it is in my eyes.
I wonder if you can see the reflection.
Is it multiplied and magnified by the tears?
But they won't extinguish the fire.
Not this time.
Not this world.
I wanted to set the world on fire.
Now it's burning way too brightly.
And dear Lord, I'm burning badly...

J.