Sometimes you don’t know what lifts you up
other times you don’t know who you lift up
most of the time we lift nothing 

When I feel
looking back
I open a window
to inside
where memories linger
to let some fresh air in 
hoping to be at least
reused 

There are so many windows to look through
my window

I have to go somewhere
one of two ways

one more light with reminders
one more dark
hidden reminders 

remembering
such a human thing
no matter where 
you go 

I have to vent
but have to grow higher and higher
as not to smoke you out
but just take your sun away

Small minds are hard to crush 
by walking over them

and don’t talk louder 
but smaller 

We appreciate symmetry
even when we are alone 
we appreciate the loneliness
we also feel inside 

I am living under this large glass roof
glass walls all around
where I can see the world
but imagine the smells
the sounds
and all of you

The outside seems to reflect
on what’s going on inside

this is how deep we most often go
both way’s 

I never opened that door
but the greyness of it all 
tells me 
its own story

I listen to it
in silence
and reach

It's clear you are there
but your shine is not touched
you're a relic 
you are only there
because of what you once did 

your only justification
a potential 
we no longer need

It all looks the same
if seen as one
only reflection shows 
and individual inside 

Empty streets
the only nuisance is me 
walking through the silence

When you're in the dark
together
It can be hard to find 
the connection

especially when it is
untested