An attempt to remind us what comes out when the sun goes down, but I know what the darkness brings.
It brings your smile. Nothing could have been as bright and magical in the dead of this summer night. Not even the willow lights.

Life is inconceivable, an impossibility within itself. Indescribable.
Therefore, every moment we live is an impossibility.
We are the impossible that we so passionately wish to attain.

I keep finding myselves in places where I should play that role, the one who carries the stick, but I just don't feel strong enough for it.

This is for the one I love.

Funny how such a small thing can cause me such happiness. A chain reaction: mistakes caused me regret, I destroyed myself from the inside out, sadness envoloped me, my loved ones kept me afloat until she came, I learned, and now I'm on a marathon.
Gonna keep running with her, and we're never gonna see that finish line.

Today a man spoke to me; a drunkard, telling me what I should and shouldn't do. A part of me felt like a child again. Responding to others with that silence, they barely mean a thing in that moment.
Once I got home, I couldn't help but think about who he thought he was, what reason he had to tell me this. Out of want for respect, decency? In a world full of drunkards, murderers, perversions, and death.
Insanity pocketed in beings who believe they are sane, telling others that they should also be sane.
Tellmewhatthatis.
Another language.
A shape.
A joke.
A man who stumbles through life, for the next alcoholic fix, until his eventual death.
No one would care in the end. They all speak the same careless language at the end of the days. We sleep alone with ourselves regardless of who is there.

So what would be the point of me listening.
Why should I feel ashamed of doing something I wanted to do, when we're all going to die someday?

You overlooked my past, made me feel something I haven't felt in a long time. All of the songs that brought me down, that I used to love, make sound
once again.
So I'll take all of the terrible things that have ever happened to you, and make them disappear.
All your fears and tears will never have a moment as long as I'm here.
It's what I was made for.
And you will always make me happy, I know it, it's what you were made for.

I just woke up, and once again, I'm unsatisified. I hardly have time to do a thing, it's never enough time being with you. My happiness feels so frail, waiting to be turned against me at any given opportunity.
How many times will I have to leave before it becomes enough?