Wispers of the unknown now fill what use to be sounds of steadfastness
Wispers of harshness now radiate this atmosphere
Wispers of past soundness no where to be found
Wispers of two hurting souls aches and pains make known there presence

I dread it.
Awake
Work
Eat
Sleep
This is my cycle.

My father took me to the circus, once.
Pink candyfloss spun in a web of sugar cotton
and the acrobats whose contortions mystified my childlike eyes
Flames simmered and sparks flew,
like that little girl's smile when she learnt how to love.

She's older, now.
And her father doesn't take her to the circus
or the zoo
because she's too old for it.
And she thinks it's childish.

And really, she knows that time ticks,
no matter what,
but she is resilient,
her reflection warped by someone else's ideas.

She can't bring herself
to think of what she has left.

We stand under the starry sky asking,
Did we see the stars fade its light
When we gaze upon them in awe?

We lay on the sand staring to the sky asking,
Did we feel the burn of the sun
When we let its warmth comfort us in the morning?

We dived into the cool waters asking,
Did we feel the crash of the waves
When we we let the water envelope us in calm?

We stand alone in each other's world asking,
Did we feel our hearts already breaking
When we fell in love with each other?

i would chase away
all your demons, if that would
help to change your mind.