Stationary

My outercase sits on a dusted wood in the corner. I'm misplaced and out of my own order. Others surround me with their own stories but none like my own. I watch the feet at night walk past my permanent spot, you won't touch me without accidently remebering the night I was placed inside of your screen. You fumble with digits
and ignore the words that come from my mouth. You ignore the electricity thats bolted through sattelittes to deliver my message to you. I'm almost forbidden to write about the monster in you after seeing how much love you're capable of having. The carpet against your feet lets out a dragging noise and the back door creaks open.
I've led myself to believe that my soul containing the ability to harness my emotions onto a paper is whats walking inside. The Invisible really is the subject I am tonight. The bitter cold outside and the carbon dioxide in my lungs can't compare. The afterword was my story, my own interpertations of the events that had occured that night. I saw the girl with hopeful eyes watch me while you chuckled out of the emptiness that had filled your mind. I witnessed the hopeful eyes turn into loving eyes and the silence turn into whispers. You took her warmth, her security, her talent. In the end I'm just a movie to watch, the story never changes. In the end, the beautiful boy isn't so beautiful anymore and the hopeful eyes have turned into confused ones.

Chemistry 101

I've finally gotten what I wanted. Everything I had ever hoped for, everything that had ever crossed my mind, everything we had ever talked about occured. I was cold, I was tired, but I was with you. There's more then just history between us.

I don't know when I got here or how long I've been here. I could think for hours, I get so caught up in everything around me that I forget to check up on myself.

Untangling

I can't even be sad anymore. I haven't lost anything and I certainly haven't gained anything. We're all just living and for once I'm okay with that because for now I feel like this is where I'm suppose to be.

Hidden faces

I looked up to see myself on the screen, her, before this had tooken place. A flicker of her eyes allowed me to reach inside the feeling. I was able to crawl back into that hole and grab the blackest feeling of all. I can't ever, ever, let her out.

Carbon dioxide

Its never enough, atleast not for me. For years I've walked away with the smaller end but ever since then I refuse to even try to spike my luck. I feel every part of it in my throat, in my eyes, and in my chest. The feeling taking over, the resilience of our naive souls. No one knowing any better but certainly not anyone wanting to. We each carry a part of the story in our own heads, we each carry a memory that others have already forgotten. We make our way down seperate roads, some dead ends, some that are unfamiliar, and even more wrenching, some we just can't out of. It haunts me or more then less guides my mind to be smart because when a sign of weakness is shown the tables always turn.

explanation.

I am the reflection of two strangers I've never met but know so much about.