What is it about the weather that makes me feel this way?

This time of year,

the smell of the crisp cold air

the clouds and the leafless trees with branches that sway back and forth;

with every cold chill that passes by

No flowers

No sun

No warmth

No rain

Just cold and dark memories that only bring back pain.

No warm summer days to make my heart flutter

Just coldness and silence and wasteful clutter

No strings or chords played on my heart

No songs of freedom

No love

No art

Where’s the sun that once made me sing?

Where are the sun’s flowers and warm summer breeze?

Where is the best feeling in the world?

Love.

Where did life go when the trees became limp?

The birds are gone, taking my life with them

Left behind an empty shell

To live out its days in this cold icy hell.

I won’t be sleeping in this bed anymore.

You don’t get to choose.

Fallen behind your empty words

I have few left to lose.

The orange leaves have gone up and away

The rug gad breeze make these sad, useless, twigs sway

Pieces of life falling onto the ground

Shaking up the Earth with that quiet…ringing sound

The sound that echos throughout this empty oblivion.

Distant, bright…

Chilling.

My window only gives me one view

I look in and out hoping to understand other people’s lives

Shipwrecked

No escape

Your burdens dissipate into the air as you have.

This disease eats you alive as I feel you slip away through my arms

And out of my view.

And as for you, equivalent of dissolving salt. 

Gone with no traces.

The other has burned a hole and evaporated into this earth

A true test of inner strength

Don’t look at me that way

                                             In this decade, I am already conquering.

Fear only what you have left behind.

Enclosed in this stupid prism no more

It is so absolutely beautiful,

the sound

Soft, somber and settling

Clairty.

Sweet sweet Freedom awaits

Cradling it in my hands with tenderness

And releasing it into the wind

Bye bye Birdie.