Everyone have scars that,
they don't want to talk about,
Mine?
they are just on my body,
as well as in my head...

We drink from rivers we
dance like swans. We
chase the sun and run
in the dead of night. We
collect the best of songs
and get drunk on life.
Jump from planet to
planet. And giggle in
the sun. We are the
dream catchers. We
are the chasers of the
light ~

There in a corner is a messed up kid
But no one knows
They never speak or rise their hand
You will never hear a word
They keep to the shadows
So no one sees them
However
They see you
They hear you
They notice everything
But they will never step forward
As they are frighted of what
Might happen if they step
In others way

no longer have I been uncomfortable with blending into the monotony of society as I've become substantially content in the concept of simply blending in, because when you're unattached and invisible in a world where things seem to matter so much, everything doesn't seem to matter, at all
if I am no longer noticeable I save so much time from being noticed by insignificant potential lovers that claim to be infatuated with my every attribute and characteristic, and it saves myself from believing those lies that set me on a useless love quest
in reality, does anything really matter?
why do I have to feel such strong emotions that I never wanted to feel in the first place?
what is so wrong with wanting to put a stop to all nonsense ringing in my head by just simply disconnecting?
however much I would like to be able to have the willpower to actually detach myself from those around me, I cannot.
oh how I'd love to be able to just simply forget you
but I can't, because you're everywhere
and I'm nowhere

Sleep…Come back to me.
Take this room of coal black

and turn it into a vision of the sea.

Transform these tangled sheets
into a luscious robe fit for royalty,

and have thy citizens kiss they feet.

Let a soft cloud be thy pillow rest

up high in the dark, starlit sky.

Letting the clean air fill thy chest.

Make this bed one made of roses.

Have thy sweet laying beside thee

with a ring hidden before he proposes.

Let the curtains shut out the light

so I may stay in this false reality;

for behind my lids hold a prettier sight.

Took this vision of the sea 

and turned it into the dawn.
Sleep…Come back to me.