How does it feel, to be at this point?
Where nowhere and somewhere are far apart
Questioning all we have thought
And never set free for others to see
A blank world to color, but there's
No paint in sight
Only black and white with shades of gray
How does it feel, to look back at the past?
Watching bridges constructed and ties burning
Like fading candles on a dim evening
Rivers of tears and pieces of your heart
Run beneath scarred remains
Living inside everyday, moment, minute
In love and hate, lapses of both conquer
Swallowing sanity like sweet candy
Can't count the days wishing
To be a bird and fly away
Just for one day
Different pills for different pains
Coping with scattered shadows
Lurking in the undertow
Places where time has crumbled
Some dreams of no tomorrow
Leak into luscious gardens, but
Bright lights surround the halo
Reminding us, the road never ends
When the light leaves your eyes
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Beatiful writing Matthew. But life is how you see life, no matter what you can find something wonderful each day... and you will. Thank you