thin as wind

Sitting still with winds around me.
Circles over cirles, Time is passing through me.
There isn't nothing that I can't do
Free of form, I feel out-of-body.
The secrets that once were are no longer hiding.

And she feels so despaired. Her eyes sell lies at low price and he tells her that it’s nice. That's where it stays because that's where it’s played: On the surface - for rent, never by owner. Whoever can stay long enough eventually discovers her basement, where ghosts linger and her histories are hidden. It's then, when the dust is blown off and her true color is risen.
Do they remain, or do they then leave? It becomes a burden they usually abandon.
They word it like this though, “That girl's crazy, yo.”
“She’s fine, but she’s psycho."
This is how the boys explain what they don’t understand, and they go on searching for a perfect woman, without ever becoming a man. Some run that race til they’re about forty. I wonder, do they ever grow to be men who can comfort a woman when she's hurting? If he hadn't stopped at the surface of her blue eyes, he could have seen past her disguise. And she would have known he meant it, saving her from more lies to be accepted.

worry my life away.

There is poison flowing through my veins,
I feel it spreading to every part of me.
It swims with my blood and now my heart is at risk.
If it's as deadly as it seems, this pump will be the last of me.
Right now is all I have, but right now has me so sad.
I was oblivious to the poison's entry. Perhaps it conned it's way in-
like the picking of my pocket while a friend goes in for a hug.
It hurts that much; an open wound that burns at the touch.
My body's aching for a revolution, but this disease takes me far from my heart's desire; into the darkness, dimming the light of me.
I am only human, but can I endure such trauma?
I disassociate from this wilderness because no one can relate. I see people living their lives - making money and making decisions; sticking to decisions and elevating with experiences. I see the floor beneath my feet and it hasn't changed in hundreds of weeks. I don't see life in my life - I see regret and living without cause and effect. I don't know how to pursue a beautiful life - working toward a dream - I'm a hypocrite stuck in between.