When a tree falls and no one is around, does it make a sound?
When you fall and are pushed down, is there help?

What we see isn't the half of it.
What we see can be forgotten.
What we hear can be twisted.

When you're alone, is there truly no one there?
When you're staring into the dark, are you scared?

Every light goes out and every sound drowns out.
Every metal turns to rust.
Every night meets its dusk.

Who can save you?

None of us.

I love you sounds cliche, but I suppose it will work in place of the words I don't know how to say. I love you is over used, there is so much more to me and you.

I love you is so short, to explain such a large impact. I love you doesn't cut it ; not like the pain of being away from you cuts.

I love you is misplaced by circumstance and childish games. I love you is what I tell you every day, I wish I had another way, some other phrase that could tell you more.

I love you couldn't tell you what I feel towards you, but it's what I have for now, dear. I'll try my best to, maybe someday, turn it into "I do."

I once found a bird when I was younger

the bird was small and weak and abandoned by its other birds

I took it home, I did all I could

soon the bird died

why, bird, why

why die?

you could have lived
you could have flied

I told my mother

my bird is dead

it will never fly


mother still wonders why I have never touched living things again.