ASPHYX1A

We pick and peel at layers within each other. Each time hoping to reveal something other then the truth. Digging for something more human. Trying to find the hope within others that we lost inside ourselves. Holding others to harsher standards while justifying our own lackings. Trying to change, control, and affect the world around us, so out of touch with perspective. Our emotional branches extending to meet only the feelings which have directly impacted our lives, or threaten only the most severe assaults on the image of humanity. While voiding ourself of the emotional drain of the problems of others we don't know. Double standards...That

An interesting thing about the heart is that even as we think it has burnt up we discover a small flame resides within the ashes of destruction. It struggles to regain life. The heart is much like the phoenix for it can dies many times and suffer the pains of the world and somehow it always rises again weak at first then stronger then before. Sometimes longing for the rest of eternity while enslaved to this cycle of passion and pain. Yet finding purpose in this cycle so it is not all in vain. My heart expanded to meet the depths and intensity of your love only to be left forever never being able to fill it back up. Content before I knew ever

Her fingers pressed lightly into the wound, its warmth left its paint upon her fingers.  She still felt heavy, in a bubble just coming back into consciousness.  She scanned the room but it was empty.  Nothing but her familiar surroundings,  an empty chair, a nightstand and a dresser.  The window was cracked and the sounds of the cars make a dull hum as she attempted drifted in and out of consciousness.  He didn't stay, but she knew why.  After all if he had, she might not have woken up at all.  Ghosting of his presence haunted her.  She could still feel