i stand on an island called asiland the train tracks holding the hands of the moments.
GBasiL,
there was a diary glimmering with smiles
only shown through a frowned glare
there was a mirror
she could never see herself in
no matter how close the
reflection stood to her face
there was a sanctuary built to protect
the bullet holes glared in envy
the wall sat waiting to crumble
there was the calming complex sport riding the river
she jumped on never looking back
until the past tugged at her breath
with a whisper she couldn't ignore
there was a cage holding a transparent bond
a force stronger than the frame work surrounding
theres sometimes when goals are created
the path is clear as black ice
there were foreigners with new tools
the jargon fit a reality brinking upon a surface just
beyond the comfort zone
one smile along the door hinge made it seem possible
there was screaming on both ends of a wall
like a tree if no one can hear it
does it still exists, has the tree actually fallen
the shrug of awareness swept through branches
bringing a darkness to a sharp future
there was a night breeze
an uncomfortable wince in an eye
fear of exposure shook everything around the area
words spilled out creating a muggy gust of wind
as moods shift one less body ran away
the hairs on arms couldn't even keep up with
new questions brought to the open space
only the stillness answered the pondering
there was a mask
the scent of laundry and a beating
defensive natures shined
inevitable questions asked
without hesitation labels were thrown
a florescent room brought light to an explanation
the room smirked with acknowledgment
the beating quited down