we are beings of secrets and hidden things.

of deeper things than make up and trees.

of memories, thoughts and elements in our hearts.

which are kept in the depths and cellars of our minds.

waiting to scream and come out

the tree of faces

and i think everything in this world, dead or alive.
will have a face for you to read.
an expression for you to capture
and understand.
if only you open your eyes.

we're all just here. everyday. living. an attempting to get by. day by day.

nothing special. until you make it.

you take. you claim. you rape. you borrow.

what about those in between ?

i'm trying to trace that face into a name;
something i was familiar with.
something i used to touch and taste.

whisper your name into my ears again.

your beliefs aren't mine to hold, dictate and touch.
i can't believe.
it's ok. i will dream.

i know that the greatest part of me
is you.