Some nights I just lay staring at the ceiling
soaking in the solitude that lays underneath it
I just lay in silence and feel
I never seem to have words for the feelings I have
no proof of anything that caused the way I feel
I just let my soul feel
I let my soul hurt
I let it dream
I have visions of my future
visions of my blue eyed sun and how happy we'd be
no convoluted metaphors
no useless rambling
just raw organic emotion
these are the times I find the most pain
but also the most beauty.