Yes, there is still hope.

Your words are only a speck
In the meaning of those eyes
So much depth, so much beauty
Portrayed in a shadowed glory.

I wish I had a million plus one pieces
For this puzzle that never seems complete
I have so much to say
Phrases too bold for my tainted lips.

Look at me, hold your breath
This moment will soon be gone
I try to remember every second
Yet you only yearn to forget.

My fingers trace your stone hard face
Hoping the warmth may soften your heart
There is hope at the closing stages of this dead end
All you have to do is take my hand and look for it.

Happy Monday.

You’re disappointed in my disappointment, I see
So you want me to smile?
Pretend everything is all right?
This face was not meant
To give you insight
On my emotions.
I’m not an unhappy person
Gravity simply pulls
At my mouth’s corners.
I can’t control situations
Which were not steered by me.
I simply react in my own terms.
Selfish, you say?
Selfishness: to be concerned with one’s own profit or pleasure
Do I look pleased?
Do I look like somebody who’s gained…anything?
Worry about your own state of being
Let peace be within your own heart
And be content with the hurricane in mine.

First summer entry??

Geez. Haven't written in this for a while. Time to play catch up.

Magnificent glass
Strung together by bubbles of shards
Sunlight distorts
Creating a false rainbow
An array of shades that tries to portray beauty
It’s false
There’s no real beauty
Behind that crystal glass
Look behind, look beyond
Your realization remains in a common
Daily
Ordinary
Pretence.