Anxiety is one synonym of fear, doubt is another

What is unstated between two people and fear of the ocean

because often fear of the unknown. 

For what gets lost in translation even when the words are so beautiful. 

Fear of losing myself from losing sleep.

Gradual fear of never enough, and exhibiting too much.

Inadequate fear of humble minds not understanding 

my entangled study. 

I fear the universe,

mostly because fear of the unknown. 

I fear for these words, 

not ever knowing if I am using them directly or incorrectly,

I fear that I am too sensitive for this world. 

Individually, my bones solely know of 1 place to call home.

I fear routine.

Ordinary routine and fear of time, only leading 

to fear the uncharted distant future. 

Objective?

Never had it rained so concentrated.

Each drop convincing the earth,

you knew it was needed.

Watering flowers on your grave,

they needed it too.

From each point of the lake

that pulled your vision

the color was dark silver.

Not shimmering,

but accepting.

Never had I felt so alive.

Knowing why because

I came to secure that

one single anonymous day I will die.

Explicit

The world was sick.

The car got crowded but no one would sit next to him.

He's not sick, he got alcohol poisoning.

Something she'd been trying to deny.

Bitting down on the base of her lip she knew these bricks were too personal,

never showing how heavy they equal to be.

Especially the fractured ones.

Officials denied the existence.

On a tuesday in the summer she tried to paint.

Instead she follows the firetruck.

Trying to set fire to those bricks.

Turning pale, these bricks show more color than you and I.

Those bricks are tied to roses that hang upside down

reminding you of names you miss.

She told these bricks to be patient,

they split anyways.

Only burning the tips of my fingers on those bricks while extracting you from the fire.

Another Story

Love told me her parents decided to live in separate houses,
but she knew the exact term and never feared to say it out loud.

Love fell asleep unfamiliar and stayed sleeping beauty until
dad decided that time was closing and love was too far from home.

Love just turned 7 years in September and your love ended after 8.

Love danced onto a ship and fell into the pacific ocean, not drowning
but swimming to the shoreline.

Love fell through the roof and she still didn't recognize it.

Love unbalanced mind over body.
Dizzy and misunderstanding 70%

She told love to walk backwards.
With cold feet and wide eyes she stopped still, enclosed
in her mind forgetting where she left her heart.

Love had a checkerboard heart.
He never learned how to play,
giving up was always the first option.

Love seemed too personal keeping all aspects out of reach, but your
arms knew there was always room to grow.

Love twisted the truth.
She could no longer bend
backwards to notice so ignoring
the fact became painless.

She informed love she had no secrets,
but love continued to reveal all of his own
in colors that resembled rainbows and shapes
corresponding with open windows that she never
came around to escape out of.

Love was not always unknown deliveries of flowers,
but long books and anomalous vocabulary in tall grass fields.

Love was see-through glass fire places.
Never walking through to the other side
and too busy to run the perimeter so she
makes a bed by the fires edge.

Love knew that this weather would last forever
so she wouldn't cry as much.

Love told her the mountains collected clouds.

She knew loves story couldn't estimate happily ever afters,
but love still shows her.
Love always illustrates for her,
it was all worth it.

More Sound

Precious time only investing in music.

Crowds of songs and never regretting 

getting lost. 

Hiding behind the sounds was only small talk,

no listening ears heard the fears of him who 

swallowed his own to show you. 

The look on your face is delicate. 

I know I'm only seeing you from the

crowd and no word seems to describe

feelings when covered in music.

Influenced by eye contact from beings in

the crowd who see other familiar eyes, but 

admiring from so far away.  

I'll never know your middle name.

Only unfolding the title of the opening song 

you desired to play, but thats all I needed.