All I wanted was a moment of silence.
To discuss the flowers in my head.
But all I got was an explosion.
Of feelings rushing up my legs.

Seeming less, meaningless, believable.

The calm I needed was pinned to sealing.
Like a bat, mocking me for my pain.
Laughing out loud, an intruder so satisfied.
Spiralling and dancing over the ocean that my thoughts created.

Still as stuck in the muddied water.
Still as fucked by all my cravings.
Still as beautiful in the webs of choices, haunting my nightmares.

Love is the only solution, option, desire.

Young at heart, old in mind, ancient in believes.
The cloud that hangs over our souls.
Licking at the wounds that spits green fire.
And waiving goodbyes to the leaves.