Silence

It's all you can sense 

When the world's stench no longer holds power

Light over taken by clouds

Sounds afar no longer relevant 

Nutrients less then stimulating 

Burns unnoticeable  

You smell nothing, see nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing, feel nothing. 

But a there's a echoing light you feel burning inside.

The only similar scent of self. 

I'm trying... 

Windows

It rushes threw my veins, this quick blast of energy of hope, strength, and ideas. This comfort that things will be fine. How doubtful we become in the rain, forgetting how quickly the sun shines through. In the years, we look back and wonder, how, and how quickly. I look forward now and shiver in coldness. Light gleams though, a warm feeling of knowing. I seek yet truly know nothing I seek for. In my mind I'm clear, on my lips I gear confusion, and in my walk I steer in blindness. That's OK, I fear nothing I don't know cause I don't know anything. Free. Free. Free. My heart is heavy at times though, my mind in a different world, alone. That's OK too. The energies humans shift into, they intrigue me.