The sea with its ever constant waves
Are like my longing for the stars.
A dream for what's on the other side
The blue horizon.
Push, pull. Push, Pull.

Sometimes I sit here and stare at the wall.

It’s white, you know, with holes left from

the pictures that used to be hanging.

The pictures of you and the memories

of all those times we spent together.

The problem is that when I sit here,

all I can hear is the clicking of the fan

as it spins, and spins, and spins.

The glitches of light begin to hurt my eyes,

so when I shut them tight I expect to see

your face, yet all I see is a frame,

empty space.

Even if I can't see you,
I know you are out there.
I know at some point in the night
You go to lie in you bed,
all alone, empty handed.
No one to share your thoughts with.
You can't see me either,
But I hope you know that at night
When I go to lie in my bed,
I look out the window and talk
To the stars and the moon.
I talk to them as if I was
Talking to you.
As if I wasn't alone and your hand
Was in mine.

I'll sit here and play all the sad songs I know

And I'll remember again what It felt like

To be in your arms.

I'm missing you,

Not knowing when it all went wrong.

And I'll remember again the look

On your face when you woke

In the middle of the night

As you put your arms around me.

What it felt like to be loved

Unconditionally.

Realizing that I never took the time

To tell you I was hurting.

Walking around, the air is cold.
My pale nose turns red and
Something white
Lands on my eyelash.
It's a tiny little snowflake,
so fragile and light.

Falling from the sky,
It's all around me now.
Tiny little flakes,
Reminders of joy.
Winter is here,
So let it snow.

It's strange,
This firework kind of feeling.
The sunshine hits your skin,
Everything, you can see.
Every hair and every vein
So precious, so beautiful.
It's strange,
As if the light becomes
Emotion.
Suddenly the world feels light,
Nothing can bring me down tonight.

It's moments like this that make you second guess everything.
The kind of moment that makes your life flash before your eyes,
But not in a bad way, almost in a bittersweet way.
All the things that brought you joy,
All the things beating you up inside.
Suddenly you're Alice, not knowing who you really are
Or which way to go.
To go.