Out of the box.
Life is strange now.
Calm.
Storm clouds on the move,
Without the thunder will I become deaf,
without the lightning will I disappear?
"Find me here" I screamed in the nights when the dreams were not my friend.
No one knows now where I am.

out of the box and the worries begin and the thoughts they start swarming and you don't know where to end but you see your way in the screaming jet stream lost and unsure who you are you never forget the way you lost your dreams in the slow disappointment of the world you wanted to escape while you still believed but you cannot stop for seeing the bitter side and love and flowers no longer can ease the pain when you come down and you cannot say nothing is real when blood stands in your way with the never-ending lives to drain after the things you think are cool are burning your insides and the taste in your mouth never changes with the body you'd probably let rot if you could still get high with the things you once never tried and your out of the box but not out of it's sight for aim with the flip-top cap waiting for you to return when the acceptable fix with the feeling and nothing can satisfy this ache which wonders

Twisted shadows from the sun
different here
outside the box.

Emily
1997