I play my favorite song and i grab my pen
I wanna empty my chaotic head

Words frisk around words. Thoughts scream to be heard. Memories weep to be replayed. Dreams stir to be noticed.

So many colors to choose from. So many blues, so many reds. Too much black and too much purple. But my page remains as white as snow.

The contradictions are embedded everywhere. I cannot tell where the storm is headed anymore. What is it that im feeling, and what is it that im forcing myself to feel?

I lean back and i let the lopsided waves of my head wash away all the pretty words i had summoned. And once again, i am left with incomplete sentences and empty words.

She was the most majestic quasar i have seen.
Energy so blinding.

Her luminosity screamed in fuchsia and violet. It sang in voluptuous orbits and blissful patterns.

Her edges blended perfectly in the undiluted space. Her hair tangled everywhere. Rays of pinks that exquisitely embraced rays of sumptuous blues. The lustrous collaboration inviting for more genius beauty.

Her enchanting hair concealed her yet most arresting figure. The black hole. Particles streamed away at the speed of light. People running for familiarity, lovers hurtling to the stable planets. But it is there where the universes collide. Where the large-scale density weaves galaxies of vehemence and splendor. Where everything ends. Where everything starts.

I cry an ocean of woe and anguish
In which my heart sinks

Where it feels all the depths of blue
Where it feels all the waves of you. All the currents of what we tried to be.

It tries to catch glimpses of the sky. The sky with the patches of cotton dreams and silver fantasies.

But the tide is overwhelming. It drags it to the bottom of the worn out promises. Where the seaweed hugs it tightly and refuses to let go. Where the slipperiness of lies and the rotten green of camouflaged thoughts creep into its chambers leaving it heavy and overwhelmed. Full of every thought of you.