a heart may be heavy
but it's not always air that keeps you afloat...

when a heart has cracks in it, all you can do is pour the love out and give it to people in handfuls.

i always have the choice to pick up that picture frame, but i'm concerned it might shatter in my hands, only because i always seem to have quite a strong grip when ever i'm holding that picture of you. I don't know why, i can think all i like but my heart has a mind of its own, unfortunately one which i cannot control. she's staring at me hiding behind a cup of tea presenting that wholesome smile, holding it close to her chest to compare the warmth we share. I think she knows nothing compares and tries to hide her smile behind the cup, but she can't, you can still see the brightness reflecting from her eyes.

he can see me hiding behind my cup but i can't help myself but stare at him through the steam coming off my tea, he made it for me and as soon as that came to mind, my smile advanced. I can see straight through his little smile, he's trying not to smile, but his mouth isn't agreeing with him. Whenever he makes me a warm drink it makes me sleep vaguely sound. I don't need to dream when i'm sitting with my tea, and trying to connect minds with him.

this house is faded, the paint is stripping off with powdered colours on the chair and parts of the walls. Whenever she steps inside the house loves her, and blossoms with her. I think i might have the same mind as the house, i'm proud of my house even prouder than before. What an admireable house, it must comprehend her presence.

this house must take good care off him, it's beautiful. Itself and everything inside including him is amazing. i just finished my tea, i feel relaxed and comfortable and i put it down on the table gently.

she looks sleepy, i can't wait to hug her i don't need a blanket to be warm, i just need these moments, this house and most importantly her the one i adore. I think i am going to pick her up and carry her to the bed we share our dreams in.

he's picks me up so gently as if that if he would drop me the world would be at it's end, i feel so cared for. As i lay my head against his chest as he starts to walk to the bed. he puts me down with my head fitted precisely right to the pillow, i feel so calm.

i can see the blankets are aside, wow she's amazing, how can one person have this effect. I pull the blankets over her and she grasps my hand and holds it against her chest. i sit on the otherside and wrap my arms around her, i don't need any blanket. i think i'll just rest my head on her shoulder and shut my eyes...

if i knew where i was going knowing i'd be proud
i would walk for hours...

i would walk for days...

i would walk for weeks...

i could walk for years...
if only i knew where i was going.

dark and listless, striding through this black dark Forrest with only a speck
of sentimental white light, staring directly through me.
many generations have passed and have been buried in the ground underneath my feet.
26 years ago the trees began to grow, and now all they seep is blood that once ran through the
veins of the society that planted them to blossom.

little village on the moon, where all the inhabitants have glowing skin
the only ones with a pure soul are the only ones that are allowed within
they all hold eachother with tears, streaming down one anothers face
if you want to be able to stay you must persevere a state of grace
the creatures that dwell in this village do not do their beings wrong
if you wish to live their their lives you must live by their simple song

everyone is equal, a great being maintains at their best
a greater feeling inside your heart, is doing something for the rest...
if corruption should occur, with no innocence to be in sight
be the change you wish to see in the world, and at last make things right

if you find that one person, that's amazing you will know
that you can be like the village on the moon, so just never let them go.