Deep with theres a pain inside
A clock ticking day and night
Seeking your return
only to sit here
And listen to songs about you
Its draining
Lost
Crippled in solitude
You got me this way
And i hope you return

You touch me
without using
your hands

I'm like a pencil,
you can use me for now,
but eventually I'll break.

If time really is a vacuum then there is no reason to miss anyone at all. We might not know it but we have been standing in place since time itself allowed us to live. Every person, place, or thing that has ever been has never left. They have simply changed their form. They are in the brightness of the greenery and swiftness of the wind. In the end, we are all what we have always been, the smaller part of a bigger machine.

I guess I did what I did because I thought you wouldn't be hard to forget. Little did I know that you were the only thing keeping me together. Even in your  absence you teach me to better myself. I've learned to not take the small things for granted. Now every night I lay beneath an ocean of stars and just listen to the wind. I try to focus in on the sounds of the world, in the hopes that one day I'll find your voice.

I’m a cliché.
I’m a walking broken piece of glass,
insisting my glimmer is different
than all of the other fissures of society.
I seem to think there is something romantic
about living like I hate myself.
I am not only comfortable with being unhealthy,
I welcome it with kisses and perfume.