The sun rolls over those mountains bringing heaven to this gloomy valley.
Through our dedication to push through these days the birds sing joyously.
So breath in this oceanic air.
Life my become dependent but when your lung breath so independently have hope.
I held the world in my hand and gave it back to gravity.
When wight becomes a burden to bare let it free,
Intel you have the strength to carry on.

Its Hard To Breath.

The one who told me she`d wait a life time. Two weeks have past and I can fell her inpatients. Yet I never said I was perfect and never was I. In fact I am the weakest vulnerable soul to know. I never have the courage to be cruel but through my stress my frustration speaks so clearly. I am a Caterpillar waiting for its cocoon because from down here the leaves seams so far from my grasp.

I am weak, soft, hard to be alive when your constantly drowning every few times solid ground learns to collapse. I am always wrong, always incorrect I am always falling off these cliffs you set in place. I wish more then anything I could be perfect for you but its becoming impossible when I cant read your mind.

I can say sorry tell my lungs forget to breath but in the end its never enough. You deserve only the best and apparently my hardest will never be enough.