Eons ago, when the stars
where just learning
their place in the sky
A whisper was sent out
crossing over the centuries
I heard it through your eyes
telling me to open mine
and allow those blue swirls
to color paintings in my life

Leading your life half-lived just to stay out the rain
Leading the knife across your skin to keep from going insane
Feeling like you don't even know the rules to the game
You need the shame, heartache and pain just to play
It seems simple to make it all go away
But simple and easy are not the same thing
Calamitous, miserable, heartbreaking, tragic
This life feels like the opposite of magic

the glass is neither half full, nor half empty.
it is rather full and overflowing.
it, then, creates
an ocean of images
of past lovers.