"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

The day has passed,
The night has come
The stars, they dance
When there's no one around
The Earth it spins,
Like there's nothing wrong
The moon it shines,
Even though I'm gone.

coping is not living
but surviving
you do not live in a world
where coping
is a "good" thing
coping means you struggle
struggling means you
hurt
hurt means that
everyday you wake up
just wanting
to go back to
sleep
forever

it’s strange to think
you will only remember me
as the person i was with you

you’ll never learn of my new habits,
nor will i ever come to know yours
i won’t get to watch you grow,
see you become strong,
hear about all of your new
adventures and revelations

no, i am only left
with who you were

we’re both frozen in time
in each others’ memories

In the darkest hours,
I'll find a light.

In the most intrincated labyrinth,
I'll find a way.

After the largest of storms,
sun shall shine.

All bad things come to an end
and the path must be hard
to appreciate the reward.

I'll lose no hope,
I won't ever give up.
I'll put the best of me everyday
and I'll make my life worth living,
for happiness is the road
and not the destiny.

there is something
inexpressibly beautiful
about the world
          when the sun begins to rise
and fill the dim sky
with soft rays of light
          and only the birds are awake
to sing to you “good morning”
while everyone else
          is curled up in their beds
unaware of the magnificence
they’re missing
          and everything feels so simple
it’s as if six a.m. is an epiphany
that sparks at your fingertips
          and spreads until
you are encompassed entirely
by a feeling of clarity
          there is something
inexpressibly beautiful
about being awake to behold
          the splendor of this world
while everyone else
is still asleep