I sleep lifeless with strange blue thoughts running through my veins,
veins begging for air,
like the hungry beg for bread.
Bear thoughts hold to my nerves,
the smallest bits and pieces holding my brain to my spine,
and I often times think how fragile this connection is.
This connection which gives life to the tear-ridden,
to the outside world which takes our breaths away.
How simple can this bond be to break,
how simple can these breaths be to take.

I sit stealing thoughts from passersby, but throw their ideals back,
their vague and optimistic ideals,
floating lifelessly above their heads, where forever they stay.
Where forever they will wait to be used, only to notice entire lifetimes
come and go
before they are thrust upon the sky,
screaming effortlessly and passionately to an empty-faced audience.
And I still sit, watching them walk, unknowing of their intimate bonds,
of their sisters and their lovers.
How simple can these ideas be to take,
how simple can these bonds be to break.