The city before 6am.
Frozen. Abandoned. Empty.
If you are up early enough there's not a soul left for miles.
Just a creeping silence that's not even silent; but oddly alive with bird calls and wind whistles.
Oh the conversations you can have with the world before 6am.
The wind stirs it's way past every sleepy shop and household telling it's own haunting stories.
Plays with the trash and the flags on the street and they dance with a heart of their own.
I like this. Being witness to the waking of the world.
Slowly the dawn of grey shrinks back from the oncoming storm of colors; pinks and yellows and oranges gradually growing brighter by the second.
And the people begin to peak their heads out; stretch their little bodies and rev up their little minds and soon the streets overfill with busy beings.
Chatty as they are the bird's voices are trampled over with mundane screeches and screams; and the wind's already wheezing tune is diminished down to a mere annoyance.
Suddenly life fills the street in a different way.
The city before 6am.
Frozen. Abandoned. Empty.
At peace.

I have nothing but myself, but I am everything I need

What felt like rain was really earth's tears of sorrow

And every time a storm swept through she felt as though the world received her rage and responded.

Happiness is
Sunday afternoons on my couch
Walks and aimless moments of bliss
All gone now... Ouch

Happiness is
Late night video game campaigns
Reading in those tight arms of his
Worth all the pain

Happiness is
Daydreaming on a sunny day
Getting lost in a gentle kiss
Don't go away...

Happiness is
Your smile, your laughter, your soul
All the time you calle me your Miss
I want it all

Happiness is
To curl together in the shade
Every word that made me breathless
How could it fade...

Happiness was you and me

Lie in silence
Sit on all the words
I have not the courage to say

Staring blankly
Confused and concered
About what the future holds now

I can't let go
Holding on dearly
To this broken relationship

It is not wise
It does not fare well
Better this than being alone

Sorry

I didn't think it would be love
But that's what it became

And now it is a shame
We will never be the same