Meaningless words fill my head. I am a collage of where, why and how. I am in a very dark room. There is no door in nor out and I’m not sure how I ended up here. It’s as simple as that. My eyes squint and adjust to the little light in the room. There are stairs and a window. The rod-iron stairs twist and curl; spiraling into the sealed ceiling. From the fogged over street light outside, I can make out the glowing of the spider webs; wrapped around each stair in the most knotted and complicated way. The streetlight reflects onto the webs and I stare at the home of the spiders I cannot see. I resist stepping closer to get a better glimpse of the oddly beautiful webs. I think there is a tree outside, but the rain is free-falling gorgeously. I’m not sure if it’s simply the rain making the rumbling outside, or the leaves swaying in the wind. I hear a screech in the sky and illuminating light flies through the window. Rain falls hard against the window, my ears are filled with the pounding thud of angry rain drops hitting the glass. My mind tries to focus. But I squeeze my eyes shut before my mind starts playing tricks on me. There are no eery shadows outside. I am alone. The only footsteps I hear are my own. The steps I hear are in sync with my heart beating. One deep breath and I continue scanning the room. There are candles in each corner, burning away incandescently. They outline the barriers of the room and fear sets in when I realize that the walls are much closer together than they original appeared to be. In the middle of the room, atop the cold marble floor is a bouquet of month old roses, and with each rush of the wind passing through, it quivers against the dead plant, and tiny pieces of baby’s breath and rose petals flutter to the floor. They bleed against the dripping window. I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of watching the colours swirl around the floor while the thunder rages outside. It’s almost as if the sky is angry that the colours are infusing together into one. I curl up underneath the window while the electrifying lightning brilliantly kisses my skin. Cool rain drops drip down my neck getting stuck in the crease by my collarbone. I do not dare to wipe them away. My body feels peacefully in tune with nature and for once, I feel beauty in the most raw way.

We’re yesterday and tomorrow, but not today.
We are the calm vibrations of music buzzing against ears.
Through a tunnel of summer nights, we’re the moon and stars against the midnight water;
we are calm
looking for a way home, travelling distracts us from ourselves,
our minds a mess of here and there- everywhere is nowhere
when we want to be somewhere.
And we laughed and instantly we were pounding fingers against piano keys
“can we live like this?” i wondered aloud;
my voice rose into the bliss of warm hands entwined
and fell harshly into the realization and reality of lost times and forgotten memories.
Yesterday’s words gone to bed with yesterday’s sun.
We are children of the night.
Calm in the cool breeze of summer nights
rushing down your sides
escaping through the window
air against skin, we’re entangled in the breath of fresh air.
we’re lost.
we knew we were above crushing keys and the summer breeze
but together, they are the sound of beauty.
wishing and wandering, lost in the sound,
and the wind kissing fingertips.
home.