3 A.M. again
Here he lies on his bed
Thinking about the past
Wondering how he ended up here
Normally in his own thoughts,
For the first time
He was no longer alone
The only blueness remaining
in his life
are his ocean eyes
For he has found a star

In math they tell us that there are infinite numbers already between 1 and 2. There’s 0.1 0.2 0.3 and so on. Don’t you get it? You and I will never collide if you’re number 1 and I’m 2, because in those gaps the numbers just continue to go in between us.

As a little kid I wondered why people in tv shows and movies would say
“Hey don’t be a stranger” to one of the characters.
How can a person be a stranger if they have already known them for a while?
Now that I am older, I realize one thing:
People can turn into strangers.
One minute you’re friends with them
The next you’re walking passed them without noticing who it was because of how much They have changed.

He was lonely  
A few miles down
She was lonely as well
They both needed someone in their lives,
Who understood them
Finally, they met out of the blue
Both were in a weird stage of their lives
They never believed that there was someone,
Who understood them
perfectly