So, this is fate.
It is not what I thought it would be.
I must say,
I never understood it,
but now,
I understand even less.
So, this is fate.

I want to be alone
I want to be sad
I want to think of the past
I want to mourn what I've lost.
I want to remember the friends I had
I want to think of the people I knew
So well
I want to sit and think and not face
Another tomorrow.

The point here
Is that life always goes on.
It leaves you in the dust
Sobbing and thinking of loss
Holding on to small things
Remembering cute smiles
And loving eyes
And whispered feelings
And heart break.  

Life cares about none of that.
It simply doesn't matter in the
Grand scheme of things.

So what we must see is this:

You can hide in the night.
Cry your loss to the darkness.
Ask the moon and stars for solace.
But in the end
No matter how hard you've cried,
No matter how many horrible thing you've thought,
The sun comes up anyway.

It's that simple.
The sun comes up anyway

Where'd you come from?
where are you going?
tell me lover,
are you lonely
the seas are cruel
as time go by
the waves roll and crash
on an infinite time
maybe a parallel place
where we go to meditate
is where you've come from
the east or west
show no restraint
from blowing us away in a Boeing
to being so gentle and dear
Like mothers milk
the queen of the sea arises and provides
her life giving love and so it flows
the queen of the sea goes where she goes
I'd still like to know
Where'd she come from?

Is it possible to have no emotion?
Being so far gone in being numb that I can't the simplest thing about.
I can't think, that's too hard
I can't talk too confusing
Writing a challenge I hate
I feel hollow, an empty shell
I'm here but not entirely
I'm numb
Is it possible to have no emotion?
If so, I have no emotion
No sadness
No joy
I've checked out
I'm here but not entirely

You've gone away
Left me alone
How could you
I miss you
I spend my days
with days dreams of
our planned future
to never be seen
I spend my nights
Staring at the constellation of
Your smiling face looking down
Waiting for the day I can join you
On the other side

Can I write without being heard?
Can I speak without being seen?
A mad man once asked as he stared in the
abyss of the nightmare before him

A mad man who talks with the dancing shapes
of his own shadows on the wall
Can I write without being heard?
Can I speak without being seen?
A beautiful chaos with a mad man that is me

They say mad, they say insane
What's insane?
The voices would disagree
They say mad, they insane
In such a beautiful way
What's insane?
The voices or you?