My Reflection

There beneath my heart is a hole where my lies are pooled. There I see my reflection. A reflection a camera can not capture. Mirror that can not reflect and eyes that cannot see. There is where my mistakes haunt me. They are getting higher and higher until it reaches the edges and overflows into my body. It is killing me inside, taking what does not belong to it. There is where my reflection lies.

Standing Still

A key with no lock. A puzzle with no pieces. A book with no words. These are all just simple mysteries. Piled on top of each other. Left in a room to linger with no known purpose. They're easily forgotten. We all keep moving and these mysteries are lingering in our shadow. There, but not solved. No on has an interest. No one cares to stand still long enough to figure it out. So somewhere in the world there is a kid with a key and no lock. No lock to open the door to his home. These are the mysteries of life. The mysteries in which could change a child's life, and a families love. So stand still, take a moment and look at the mysteries. Stand still and live in the moment.