The only time you can feel your heart are the times where something amazing is born and when something amazing dies.

i lost the lines that bound me
the ones that were born with my sight
growing with the words
sprung from my lucid movements
i lost the lines of a poet

writing

he tried and tried again. there was truth within his lies and lies within his truth. she called to him, through the storm of the night. only to hear nothing in return. he could not hide from his demons. the monsters of which pieced him together like a fire raging amoungst the shallow of the trees. the storm carried her away, further away from her search of home. there in the night she sunk. her eyes open, as he heard and ignored her cries. the storm of the night will fade and the sun will capture her face and all will become frozen in time.