Sitting here in the dark
There is black noise all around
And my feautures are blank
And my brain is like a static tv
I'm swimming in an ocean
In an attempt to find land
But to me land is food
Now I'm told less food makes me bad
And more food makes me bad
When will I reach the oasis?

What if my mind was like a sea of sparkling diamonds
But no,
I am stuck trying to undo a magicians knot.

In the desolation when I think of you,
I feel like embracing fire.
Black, red, destructive.
In the noise when I think of you, I feel like holding a rose.
Beautiful, dainty, painful.
At night when I think of you, I feel like holding a bent book.
Broken, imperfect, indifferent.
In the morning when I think of you, I feel like looking at the sun.
Prism, untouchable, poison.
You are the sun, and I am the eyes,
taking in every ounce of pain just to see your light.

Being alone is good,
but not all the time.
The desolation is accepted,
with the flow of soft piano in the background.
But who will sparkle you with stars,
and make you feel like you're their night sky?

Your presence brought me comfort,
Easing every trouble just by your sight.
Your smile was like medicine,
Always injecting me with bliss.
Your voice was as sweet as honey,
And my favorite thing to hear.
Your eyes showed sunlight hitting the forest trees,
And how mesmerizing were they.
Why did you have to leave?
I'm on a journey with no map.
You are the sun,
And I'm just a star amidst a trillion of galaxies.

I should've treated you like a piece of unfinished art.

Once you find someone you truly love,
Never let them go.
Because falling in love is like trying to touch the moon,
And being in love is like being an apple in an orange tree.