pureinfancy

No more will I call out to you, you've become just a faint image on a screen. You don't blink, wince, or breathe in my mind. I've become raptured in the moments of life which I hadn't noticed before. The sunshine is either too bright or dim in a stormy sky. Air full of humidity or dry like sand in the desert lands of my mind. But I assure you I haven't forgotten you, rather I've let you slip away. I can't focus on you like I could when I was a year younger. Now it's different, I have to write my life and scrounge up what I can. Or face the consequence of dying alone in the street. Though I'd rather take defeat and escape the time, then again

The weight I use to stare at is now pressing into the skin of my lower back. The air is rich and poignant with the scent of my past sin. I taste the meaningless tears I use to pour from my cheeks in darkness. Now the water is slowly changing to wine. A second chance is ringing in my ears as I peer out to you. Your face is so grim but purpose resonates in your eyes. A song I've heard for years now has a reason in my heart. Strum every single string you have created in my chest and make a harmonious song. Ring the church bells. Let every shutter be open and bring forth light. Suck every ounce of poison from my lips. String up all open wounds an