Blue Sky

maybe... i dont like this feeling it has just become immune in my body like breathing, like a sickness the beauty of a blue sky can give you the strength to fight the storm flouring through out my dreams like flower petals falling from the dark, past the stars past your eyes and into my hands this is a glass window i can see but cant touch, cant reach the world is waiting and its killing me killing me to speak because i dont know the answer things that were never supposed to be cold and how frozen and shattered the greatest science couldnt understand it to complex for human reasoning love is full, love is hallow the air i breath isnt the same its full of smoke to block my mind to let me live, to let me die the sound of summer is dead it rains down a god awful fear this petal in my hand floats away into tears dying just to live killing themselves for a reason to breath it is hopeless, it is living the endeavor, the strife to ever have the beauty of a blue sky