there's only so many ways
to describe the emotions that wash over my body
tidal waves all at once.
metaphors and similes fit into the cracks
just enough to create bridges,
along my highways of life.
but its just temporary.
i search for reasons to ink hopeless stories,
figures of the unkown trying to cast them into reality.
i crash before i can think of the happy ending,
as if im destined to delete my chances of hope.
thoughts bleed from my mouth and onto my cracked hands,
they are washed away with smooth linen ,
and stuffed away under my cloak.
never to be took out again,
for thats when i forgot what it was like to be unique.