The 25th Floor

It's the height
The view of someone smaller than me
Am I so large? So far away?
The view of the bay is bigger than me
So am I small?

Little cars, buzzing along
Window seemingly large in my eyes
Seeing something far away
Makes me feel so tiny and fragile
And I could fall so harsh against the earth

It's the height
Wobbly knees and shivering skin
I want to wash off this small humble feeling
The churning fumbles in my middle
Being repeatedly dropped

Two Souls

Two souls divide
Wander through the halls of my mind
Footsteps echo, shallow breaths

One, a flame of personality
Lightning flashes in a brilliant presence
Covering a melancholic existence
I watch the storm break upon the cliffs of my heart

The other, burning embers
Strongly warming me, not dying out
Never turning to dust
I edge closer to the heat and find comfort there

Longing takes its toll
My body aches from the lack of touch
That comfort came and burnt away my stubborn streak
I am warm and safe inside one's arms
As the other rages and wages war outside

I await the day my heart decides
To want the storm to subside
And wander somewhere else
Until then, I cherish each moment
Of newness and longevity