She stands at the baggage area,watching a variety of suitcases,spin around in order,some are labelled,[with pain & hurt]Others with mental illnesses.Emotionless,all a blur of of space and time.She spends her time waiting,waiting for her 'emotional baggage' ,waiting to claim what's hers.The people start blending,And the faces look so familiar.Hauntingly, they come back again,To drop off and set new baggage down.And one day,
She's okay when she awakes,it's just another breath away,a hazy unknown few hours in school,learning to fit between the norms.They'll be laughter and games,and flirty glances,but it'll just be another futile day,to waste away and fray.Studies don't really matter,nothing seems to now though,and lines are becoming blurry,was she ever going to be something more than just 'okay'?And late at night,when no one else is watching,she'll tear apart her thoughts,and sink that blade deep within.
a body of vessels,of breathing oxygen,and blinking lights,is all you feel like.and no matter who says what,and who did what,you wouldn't care.it's hard enough on the road,trying to see what you can,and be what you aren't.travel through the hearts of many,never finding anywhere suitable for living.for the heart isn't dying,it just can't be felt anymore.
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,Let me once know.I sought thee in a secret cave,And ask'd, if Peace were there,A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:Go seek elsewhere.I did; and going did a rainbow note:Surely, thought I,This is the lace of Peace's coat:I will search out the matter.But while I looked the clouds immediatelyDid break and scatter.Then went I to a garden and did spyA gallant flower,The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,Peace at the root must dwell.
It sounded as if the Streets were runningAnd then -- the Streets stood still --Eclipse -- was all we could see at the WindowAnd Awe -- was all we could feel.By and by -- the boldest stole out of his CovertTo see if Time was there --Nature was in an Opal Apron,Mixing fresher Air.