There were those who were lost in the beauty of this place until they were hunted by pain. 

I watched the face of her during symphony number six. A great union.

The sun was seen coming up in the morning.

You who are deep in life cloaked in ignorance. Your subconscious, unconscious. Your wicked beauty.

Sit there loaded while she walks by. Today you were fired at but you couldn't pull your trigger. 

Today I felt the power of the human connection. Youth that you helped, help you. 

After all this mischief, I deserve a cigaret.

The kind I have, you don't.

One of the specialists sent here from afar to inform you that you can't afford this.

We are accepting donations to eradicate colon cancer.

Typically a broken heart never risks what it does.

People bring memories that distract you. The escape welcomed until the silence grows more frequent than laughter. A slow shift familiar and their eyes look to the door. And when they go envy keeps the company.

In death you are not trapped because you are not anymore. An idea that you have dug around and decided against. 

Where were you when you came out of those woods? The flames that did so much to the land seemed like the only thing that would hold you. Sleeping above the canyon next to your brother felt timeless. The start of a new journey. If only you could have realized how fleeting it all would have been when you left that evening. You'd wake up trapped. Where was it at? Where was it lurking? Or are we just writing stories?

PTSD is not a disorder, it is a learned truth. Societies curtain pulled back. Mortality felt.