Toy Soldiers

The more stories
Hearing it from historic tongue.
Magnetic personalities I put myself away for a
Tiny bit.
Just listen to the speaking.
Just listen to anything to take myself away from
Where I began.
If the words pushed to strong. My heart would shatter
Thin with sparkles in my eyes
I wonder where we came from.
Sea to diamond flooded sea. I stare at the skyline.
In this Earth with wings abroad.
I push the horizon and wish for it to go to sleep.
To swim in the dark is like floating in space.

My feet with nothing beneath them. There is no
Room for error.
This is my freedom of two winds racing at
Opposite directions.
Never the less crushed under such background.
The heads are swimming.
I am on a spotlight in a satin stage.
Mirrored in thin lines to erase my frozen
Awkwardness.
These hands are made of wood
Your stomach of sandpaper.
Remembering when I started us off.
A race to capture each other attention.
I was ready. But again you were not.
I am so tired.
Seeing this image plastered on the brick.
The colors of the sun are fading it
To the memory of a story book.
Its such a sweet taste in my mouth.
It feels like the end.