a wish. a longing. a yearning. a stare.
a broken vessel, a pit of despair
chock full of hope
empty light, air

effortless victories
no need for a goal
“everything comes so easy to you”
was all they were ever told

thoughts existing in fiction,
the realm of their mind
blurry images
and tattered smiles

stars burning out faster than flame
empty minds but things stay the same
dreaming of a world unknown to them all
dreaming of a place not too big, not too small

to house their inhibitions
rid themselves of their fear,
erase the complications
of blood and tears

embrace the anger, the light, the night
make the most of their so called strife