Fall.

Fear.
Life is fear.
Shyness is the fear of embarrassment.
Loneliness is the fear of rejection.
Depression is the fear of death.
Suicide is the fear of life.
A broken heart is the fear of what could have been...
But the freedom of fear is magic.
If anything in this world was magical it would be that freedom.
That moment when you let everything go
And hurt floats away like a cloud of balloons.
That's the moment when you fall.
The moment when you fall harder and farther than ever before.
Yet you are floating, flying, through night bright with the magic of hope.
You fall, fall, fall...
You look into their eyes and see forever.
You fall, fall, fall...
You lips touch theirs and love feels endless.
Then a moment of doubt, of fear.
You fall.
Harder and farther than you ever have before.
The lights fly by, as do the memories as you grasp for something, anything,
Praying, "Please don't let it end."
You fall.
You crash.
You burn.
You cry.
You hate.
You wish.
You remember.
The love, the joy, the hope, the magic...
Most of all you remember the end.
And you fall again.

Music

Music.
It surrounds us.
It fills us.
It defines us.
Some days the song is slow.
Some days it makes all those around you want to sing along.
Some days it fills hearts with sorrow.
Like your own.
Life is music.
Music is life.
What's your song?

A Mug of Cocoa

Chill.
Painfully cold.
I step inside from the unforgiving chill.
But the chill clings to me.
I stand by the fire listening to it crack.
"Here."
I'm handed a mug of cocoa, hidden under a pile of marshmallows.
With shaking hands I grasp the mug, while my thawing clothes drip on the floor.
I take one small sip.
Warmth slides down my throat and spreads through my body.
I sigh with content.
"Thank you." I whisper.
I take another sip, just as wonderful as the last.
They just laughed and replied, "You looked like you needed it."
They leave me with my mug of cocoa.

A Moment

All days uniform.
Every day the same.
The same chatter.
Is it scripted?
The same gossip,
Do things ever change?
Out of nowhere, there's a spark.
My mind reals and my heart races.
Colors spin around me.
I don't know where they came from or where they go.
The world moves faster, yet each second see.ms longer.
A flash, a breath, a spark, a kiss.
A moment.
It's beautiful, it's indescribable, it's magical.
It's a moment.
Then it's gone.
I'm haunted by the magic of a moment.

The Goose-Swan

The feeling of being out of place.
Like you don't quite fit.
Like being a goose among swans.
Just missing normal by an inch.
I'm new here.
I'm new at being a swan.
They've been swans their whole life.
While I'm playing catch up.
So, I don't quite fit.

That's When It Happens

That's when it happens.
When the sunset hits that point.
When the light hits the ridge just right.
When the wind becomes a soft breeze.
When the green grass caresses your toes.
That's when it happens.
That's when this dark world sees a little magic.

A Dream

We all have dreams.
We all have hope.
I believe they are one in the same.
I hope, I dream.
I can see my dream as clear as day.
I can feel my hope more solid than wood.
I have a hope.
I have a dream.