Unstructured Randomness

On the highway of the breeze I walk
With my head bowed down
Looking at my shuffling feet
Traverse eternities in a glance
Who comes after me
In this wilderness?
Who follows my fading footsteps
Those fleeting imprints on the face of the wind
Who gives me the shivers with a silken touch
On my heightened sense of life
In your embrace I find the rest
To soothen my blistered feet
The enormous balm for chaos
Be still, for stillness
Is my heart's desire
The stony immobility of lost souls
Come upon the fork that divides the
Road to hell from the path to heaven
The crushing burden of chores
I can bear no more.

Cast me gently into Morning

I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind"

-Answer by Sarah Mclachlan

One of the most hauntinglyy beautiful songs I've ever heard!

SUFFOCATING

It is so dark in here.
All the time.
I sit huddled in this corner looking up at the small hole.
Through that, for some time, the light comes.
The light can’t reach me. It stops just above where my fingers reach.
I can’t touch it.

I am sorry, Mom!

I lie here all day, whispering to myself.
There is no one else to talk to.
I haven’t talked to anyone for so long.
I can’t talk to my plant. It withers if I cry to it.
I can’t talk to the walls. They turn angry red or purple if I scream.
Then I have to touch them all over to make the colour go away.
I can’t talk to the bed. It heats up and then I can’t sit or lie on it.
So I lie here. Talking to me. Whispering.

I am sad, Mom.
And lonely.

There are big cobwebs on the ceiling.
I see them when the hole lights up.
I can’t see what is inside of them.
But when it gets dark, the cobwebs come down and touch me.
Sometimes on the lips. Sometimes on the face or hands.
It frightens me. I squeeze tighter into my corner.
But I can’t make them go away.

Take me out, Mom!
I am scared!

My hands are all bony.
My skin has dried. It makes a scrapey sound when I touch things.
I can’t stand up now. Everything sways if I do that.
It is getting harder to move about.
I get breathless.
I can’t breathe. The air is so thick, it chokes my throat.
I can’t gulp it in.

Take me out, mom!
I am suffocating!

Take me out, Mom!
Please?