This cracked mirror in front of me seems to crack a little more

And your eyes seem to get sadder every time I see them

Its a blank space I seem to not fill in

Its a sound too quiet I can’t seem too hear

your a riveting beautiful book I can’t figure out how too read

But this book keeps me wanting more.

Through a maze of thoughts I always I seem to be lost in.

these dark mornings keep me wondering where the sun hides.

And this clock keeps me controlled by the sound of minutes passing.

but the depth noise of the ticks slowly started to hurt my ears.

And I seemed to have found the peacefulness of the silents in the dark mornings.

Maybe I was to caught up in the words of the story I forgot about the pictures.

I am starting to see the pictures.

I am starting to see a peace I once lost in a maze of choices.

Im starting to understand the freedom of breathing again.

Theres this gift of life I must of once forgot about.

I must of let it slipped out of my fingers being to occupied with my poison

But now theres this new silents in the air I can hear just right.

and my fingers seem to have learned how too dance again

I missed my dancing finger tips.

I missed the way it felt to put meaningless words into a meaningful melody .