You Come Here Often?

My mind belongs to the wind.

It blows away with the breeze,

It wraps around the plants and trees,

It travels around the world,

Says hello to every sea.

My mind is with sand,

It falls out of every hand,

It’s kicked around by anyone how can,

And with the wind, travels to new land.

My mind runs like a river,

Crashing over rocks and debris,

Suffocating for all humanity,

And travels more than I’d like to see.

 I don’t mind where my mind wants to be,

Follow me here, travel with me there,

See the stars light up my face,

See the demons consume my grace,

Hold me tight until I feel strong,

Which might never come, darling,

But just keep holding on.

Promise me you'll see me on my death day,

Promise me you'll find the words to say

How my bright blue eyes made you feel,

How everything felt so real.

With me,

Promise me you'll stay,

It began when I stopped the short oval man,

In an attempt to converse with me.

He immediately smelled and recognized the fear,

And overwhelmingly obvious signs of alien,

Bleeding out through my skin.

Reassuring me,

He reminded me the bus comes every quarter of an hour.

I dangle my above average length of a body

Into the elongated doorway,

And exchanged a journey with golden and green money.

I am not initially from this place,

Yet the people around me,

Can’t decide if they want to trust me.

It’s quite exhausting,

When you lick the saltiness of your lips,

With the tongue that you grew,

And know that there is no calmness.

The woman in the front thinks she knows me,

The man in the back is working up the courage to speak with me,

The children in the isles can’t open their eyes to notice me,

And every speck of dust pushes away from me.

Anxiety.

It’s spreading onto you, and it came from me.

You quickly realize that there is no way out of this,

What you watch watches back.

The sheep and cows roll by,

I'm not surprised to see that they’re roaming free,

As all things should be.

I worm my way onto the train,

And let the new warm bodies inside,

The fog plummed through the gunshot

Holes in the train windows, like blood

Spilled into your lungs.

The rain trickled into the spaces of

The wood,

Like demons and darkness seeped into your mind.

Your pulse rate sped up,

As your consciousness fell down,

The sun hung low in the sky,

While your blood pressure rose exceedingly high.

Maybe because you shot that guy,