This place is strange, a familiar grace that calms the storm inside his head.
Watching light reflect, is there a meaning behind the sequencing?
He screams an unnatural scream to fill the voids.
Angry that healing takes waiting.
He laughs because he understands the longing.
It’s a device to push ones self
It’s a hunger to keep you moving.
Refuse to pretend, to close his eyes, those pale gray eyes.
And if he can withstand all of the light reflecting
Signaling the safety, he raises his brow
Looks to the sky and embraces the feelings.