We don’t speak as we drive down the road, staring out the window, watching the lightning light up the sky. They say silence speaks louder than words, now I see how it’s true. Our silence is like a clap of thunder followed by a storm. We are now the they, the people that drive the warnings…
yet somehow simple is crazy
That night, all the world looked up in wonder, in awe, in confusion. For one moment, all humanity gazed toward the heavens and listened. Beyond the space, among the stars, there was a soft melody dawning. As quiet as ripples in the ocean but as piercing as a scream. The stars. The stars were singing.…
They swung high, as high as can be. One said let's jump, one took the leap.
I breathe in ash, smoke burns my lungs. In the sky shines the red sun.
How I desire the simple things in life. Like walking on an empty sidewalk with my thoughts the only company I need. The peace that comes with walking through the forest. The sounds the trees make in the wind. Feeling the wind on my face and rain on my skin. The beauty of a sun…
Maybe it's good we were both afraid...I would have loved you anyway.
So now I'm wondering about this feeling. This feeling I get when I think. Not about everything, but some things. One thing in particular has been on my mind these days.
When do we wake up from the trance? Take the chance. Look up. Don't you see now?
I’m falling, I’m falling and I know it sounds crazy, but maybe, just maybe, we could pretend crazy is sane.