Skin and bones
With bare skin and bones I come walking in trying to figure out how to breathe and live with an unhinged trail of sanity left within the crevices of my mind.
Crawling and reaching for the chunks of clarity tainted with insecurities.
A growling heart soaring for the world while a whisper of the head leads into a billion holes beneath the ground. Crashing and climbing through it all.
And so I hide behind the lines and the unread words which simply lay open and forgotten.
Intensifying what’s inside only to not render out my unnecessary chain of catastrophic thoughts.
Treading on still yet harsh waters trying to calm myself in that never ending whirlwind of a tornado.
Building walls and tearing down emotions to their most raw form and holding them hostage between those high skyscraper walls which can and will withstand the calamities which lay ahead.
And in the bleakness of it all there lay the fates of those who love
In the hush and hurried movement of the crowd there lay the unspoken words
In the hidden streams and golden coloured hills lay all the unending and pending hopes of a better reality
In the carvings of old wooden trees there lay a lost world full of numerous pieces of a life longed to be lived.
Written by Megan Cunville
Directed and Edited by Naphtali Jordan Langstieh