Soleospace

the clouds amongst me strike with their confused light their loved ones burned out.

Tonight was rough. My heart has been through too much. I thought it was time to give up. Throughout the night it seemed as if something was calling me. The whispers of the leaves were quite loud. I sat on my front porch. I felt somebody calling my name. It was an overcast, starless night yet i felt the stars glaring down at me. I got to thinking. All of these trees are loosing their leaves and dying, yet they can still stand tall and proud. I felt the kind autumn breeze kiss my cheek. The leaves swirled and tumbled around. Something is calling me. I walk into my driveway, my feet touching the cool, solid concrete. I looked up to the

The felicitate tide has come in, soaking the cracked pillars of my soul; Healing the wounds and giving off a warm aura. Two great forces have conflicted. One is fuel by false, angering words. The other is swirling in great depths of confusion Sinking deeper and deeper into conglomerations of pain and ignorance.

The sunbeams broke through. They kissed me with love and warmth. The ground door opens.

"Cloud Walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art.

I am a rubber band On society's pinboard. Every expectation. Rule. Norm. Law. Punishment. Is another stretch; another pull; another tug; on my well-being and persona.

Aching Melodies Soothe my worn, broken heartstrings To a loving tune.

I came to you in my time of need And you offered to get me help. It still hasn’t happened. I know you’re not supposedly taking me somewhere to get help Because you care about the way I feel. You’re only doing it To keep from having to kneel. I’ve never felt comfortable coming to you with my problems And I probably never will. I truly don’t feel loved And I probably never will But it’s hard to function right Without ever feeling fulfilled. You tell me that I have nothing to do with your fighting And you’re fighting doesn’t change the way you feel about me. This is a lie. I hear yo

I close my eyes. I awaken in a quiet and cool place. I look upwards, only to be staring into an infinite void painted with stars, dancing and swirling amongst the cosmos. I look down to see the world beneath my feet. I'm standing on the swirling euphoria we call the northern lights. I glance upwards and feel the warm and life-giving light of the sun. I hear the crackling and silent hum Of the solace's everliving glow. I begin to slowly descend. I begin to smell the cool, crisp pine of an Alaskan springtime. I'm gracefully lowered onto an Axel Catwalk above the Alaskan wilderness. I feel the moonbeams showering onto me as I climb the sta