It's not unaware to me that I am not the air you would like to breathe. My atmosphere is too heavy, too overwhelming. Hers is as light as the snowflakes intertwined with her hair. She's an object of attraction, while my features are outweighed by my abyss of a soul. You can not own me, like you want to possess her. Her vessel is purely physical, mine is as solid as the howling wind. My air is pressurizing. Her air is enough to breathe safely.

Deprivation of love is the end to a normal life.
Instead of infatuation with anothers' eyes, I am lying awake at night.
It's been almost two decades since someone has ever cared.
And now that I see a pair of eyes, infatuation is never there.
A gloss goes over mine, as his eyes shine.
It's not the love i feel-
but it's the feeling of finally not getting left behind.

Nights may conquer the perspective you carry in your mind, and darkness may play into the way you rewind.
Don't let go of your life,
don't let go of your breaths.
Live for waking up to the sun peering through the cracks in the blinds.
Live for listening to the music that makes you feel infinite.
Live for the butterflies he gives you,
live for the lessons you learn when he leaves you.
Live for the kindess of strangers on the street,
for the happiness in strangers' smiles that you meet.
Live for dancing around your room-
alone.
Live for finding your home.
Live for rain on a summer night.
Live for the ocean on a lonely day.
Live for everything,
for everything can be beautiful.
Live for life.