Slow Down

-Slow down- Even the sounds of rushing red waters pulsing... drown out the beats that blare in my head - Slow Down - My thoughts spin like a carousel of fervent beats, while I watch the harbors of still waters, a gentle surrender to time, drift away. Every stride toward solace meets the rush of a furious current that demands to be heard. BREATHE They say. But they don't offer oxygen. What I breathe is not oxygen. Its substance holds the burdens of a thousand silver hearts, multiplied by the mixture of red and blue, each breath breathes a hue of purple horrors that hold the millions of salted waters dammed at the gates within the corners of my eyes - flooded waters locked up behind walls armored with diamond rings- where the clamor of the inner gale shouts louder than the silence, and spring sings a name I cannot remember. - SLOW DOWN - One more time it calls. One more time. I reach for a pause in the relentless tide, where hope hopes to reside and symphonies play melodies where tired souls dare to stay. Maybe mine would dare if it'd slow down.