Breaking Glass

Glass breaking in slow motion
the melancholy feeling , a rush
Feelings of nostalgia reach me
High of the mind


allowing it all to heal
Cuts close backwards in time
Feelings getting more intense
Swallow them whole
Allow my grain to digest


That strange feeling of numb
Excitement as a vase goes to crash
envy the air
it cannot see the anger
In the clouds above


The tree's so lucky
Die once a year
I think if I woke up in the psring
I'd skip crying myself to sleep
For all I can feel alone
Is the Warm hug, of that tear
sliding against my cheek...Goodnight