I made a habit of investing in my instincts
Cause brains tend to get frozen
And hearts they just skip beats
So when walls started to close in
Turning nature into rocks clocks and building blocks
I listened as they screamed their best idea
Run
So I wore holes in my shoes and scorched the soul
Leaving black spots all over highways
Streaking past turning scenery into flip books
Rapidly turning out movies of my past
Finally
I could take no more memories
So I sold my life to a man who was in need of one
He gave me a pair of wings
And told me they were valuable
He paid friendship for them
Apparently the sky is a lonely place
And freedom just don’t pay in comfort anymore
But that’s fine with me
Cause comfort just isn’t what I need right now
I need perspective
So Ill let the endless expanse cleanse my soul
It got a little muddy in the mess
So I hang here 1000 feet up
Cruising through cotton candy clouds and everlasting skies
Trying to find a place where hope spins the other way around
Listening to the wind blow prayers up past my ears
Listening as Jesus turns to silence
Leaving me with one more piece of advice
Go chase your answers
Cause I gave you all of mine
And then he left
Leaving me hanging arms spread wide letting curls of hopes carry me far away
Keeping my eyes closed shut
Avoiding my reflection so it doesn’t remind me
That I am just not the boy I used to be
I need to find a place to burry my name
I am just not the man it was meant for
I am planning on hiding it within the shores of Lake Saint Claire
Letting the current burst past
Wrapping it up in weeds
And bringing forth the lady hidden within
She is built from the lake floor
With old skipping rocks for eyes and fishing line hair hooks dangling about shoulder length swaying along to the beat of my heart
She reached out her hand to take control
Smiling with a broken bottle grin
Silently standing letting the currents strip away her muddy skin
She leaned forward
Placing her hands on my chest
I told her please take these shards
Take this name
I am not the man it was meant for
And she reached up and pressed her hand against my face
And she whispered a new name
Letting her hands dance as they pulled out sutures
Stitching that was once used to sew up gaping holes
But I couldn’t let go yet
So I said
My name is Noah
Not like Noah’s ark
Because I didn’t pair up animals I paired up hearts
Adding two and two together and letting them drift apart
Silently watching love fall some were in between
Showering down on a girl whose life was a movie screen
Her real one was just too vivid for anyone to claim
She was the type of girl who wore sweat bands as bandages
Covering up wounds on her wrist that are now just paintings
Portraying a story were an ending was necessary
She was my teacher
My professor
My drill Sergeant
She was the one that taught me how to live life
To throw flowers up into the sky and let them stick to stars
To capture rays of light and release them in my smile
To create happiness from storm clouds
Folding them tightly
And hanging them up in my room
So that lightning becomes my strobe lights
And thunder my techno
But most importantly
She taught me to keep the world in a paper cup
Telling me to sip from it when I could
Cause life is too harsh to take in a gulp
You need to take it
In moments
In seconds
Allowing each of them to overpower
Letting secrets to seep from pours
only to be carried away by a stream of memories
-Both of us were canvases using our nails to scratch down titles
Tearing holes in our souls and letting personality stream through
Reading off our names in neon
So blinding that only we could read them
And as we parted
I told her
My name is Noah
Not like Noah’s ark
Cause I have collected my dreams
And I am captaining them away from here
I Hope that a heart is not necessary to get me were I am going
Cause I am leaving it behind
My name is noah
Not like Noah’s ark because I didn’t survive the flood

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