Fishing.

There seems a certain satisfaction in getting what you want.

However.

It is said that more satisfaction can be gained from the chase.

'The pleasures in the chase.' i believe is the phrase.

But.

Its not all the time things go your way.

You may come up short.                                 (not a euphemism.)

Miss an opportunity.

Or you just might not have the strength.

You may think you want something.

But sometimes.

Just sometimes.

Your not missing out at all.

You may just come across something you want or even need.

Only the next day.

Life and Beauty

Life and beauty.

A slow steady beat.

Speeds as you see me.

Layers of colour and fabulous beauty.

A wonder of nature.

Life. 

How brilliant.

The things you contain.

A simple coloured creature.

To a massively detailed being.

Beauty.

Thats the meaning of life.

Beauty.

I'm cold.

I'm cold.

Freezing from the inside out.

From abuse.

Mistreatment.

The absence of love.

You did this to me.

Your obsessive jeering.

Yelling.

Screaming.

I hate you.

All of you.

You made me this.

A pathetic waste of space.

A lonely bird in the ever expanding sky.

A waste of potential.

Energy.

Love.

You did this to me.

I'm Going To Miss You.

I'm going to miss you.

The way you look.

The way you walk.

The way you smile when i look your way,I'll miss that most.

Your eyes, hair.

The very air about you that spreads joy, hope, love.

I can't bare to be without you.

We live apart,but i'll keep you close.

locked away, inside.

Bottled up and put on a shelf.

A memory in the cascade of life.

Forgotten.

By mind, but not by heart.

It'll still long for your smile. 

Your walk...A glance at those beautiful eyes.

For you to say my name.

See my face.

Hold me.

Tighter, tighter.

And never let go.

Never let go.

A Lonely building rests.

A Lonely Building Rests.

  

Silent. 

Its amazing what you can hear, when you hear no noise. 

Yourself. 

Your slow but constant breathing. 

The beating of that ever weakening heart. 

And your never silent mind. 

Whirring and buzzing. 

What was, could and will be. 

The past present and future. 

Love. 

Hate. 

Passion. 

Pain. 

Its amazing what you see when you see nothing at all. 

Darkness. 

But yet light still shines in memories. 

What was and what was wanted. 

Love. 

Hate. 

Passion. 

Pain. 

Its amazing the thing that is life. 

And its amazing what we can feel. 

Everything. 

Yet consequently nothing. 

A lonely building rests. 

Held there by what was, could and will be.