the storm has moved on
she waits with the night
an escape that is close enough

a flicker without a flame
to be embraced by no one
deny the rejuvenation

hold on
it will take over
expel
come back

Sun Kil Moon – Heron Blue

fingertips powerful enough to tear through my ribcage
nails press against heart
wordlessly beckon you to do what you will
time and breathing stop
no room for fear now
to have and to hold

the only terrible things i want to do to you are the ones that make you scream words that you don’t mean. 

I have missed the noise.
The beautiful noise.

All of the layers.
All of the chaos.

Crafted.
Created.
Crashing.

It bristles at the ignorant.
Pushing away the simple.

Begging to be pealed apart.
To be understood.
To be embraced.

Let it wash over you.
Get lost.
Drown.

Wake up and feel the cold of silence.
Come back to the noise.