I had a dream last night we were picking flowers in our garden and then you asked me to come inside.
The door was open and the lights were off, and there were dimly lit candles around the house.
The smell of rain came from every direction and we looked at each other, taking in one big breath.
You held my hand in yours and gently kissed it before taking a seat.
I sat next to you admiring your smile and gazing at all the flowers we had picked.
You were drawing circles on your notepad.
Circles and circles and circles.
This is our home.
But it's getting dark out now and the candles are burning out. Where do we go from here?

Perpetual Sadness
Unbreakable madness
I'm holding onto something
I should've let go of
A long time ago

A spotless mind
Permanently, or so
Forgetting
I am not who I was
I don't remember her

I'm letting you know
I'm moving on now
I'm forgetting what was
And I'll meet you in the Garden

With the Angels watching over us.
I'll meet you there.

I fell in love with a daydreamer
His touch was soft
and his voice was warm.

He was fragile,
innocent,
but not always a saint.

A troubled soul since birth
born on the wrong side of the spectrum.

Happiness is only a Dream to him
These Dreams come in powerful waves.

This is why his head remains
up in the clouds
because if he can't be happy here,
at least he's happy on the other side.

I envy that.

Down by the river,
a girl sings her song
about the lost and the ******.
It's a cycle, looping itself.

Down by the river,
she watches it flow
all on her own, with nowhere to go.

The lost and the ******
never felt so close to home.
Down by the river,
no one knows,
the girl who sings her song
floats to the sea.

Down by the river,
an old man goes,
"Where does this current go? Does anyone know?"

The river whispers back, with the musical voice of the girl
"Oh shouldn't you know? It takes us back home."

The other night, there was a unfamiliar Bug in my bedroom.
I saw it, and panicked. I went to get some tissue to be rid of it.
The Bug, of course, was minding it's own business, crawling along side my wall. Yet, I was afraid of it.
I wanted it gone.
So I killed it
Without a second thought.

Later that night, I laid in bed
I started thinking about the Bug that I killed out of fear.
I thought to myself, "What gives me the right to **** something, just because I am afraid of it?"

The birds are singing
All is calm.
The wind doesn't even blow.
Everyone is still asleep.

For them, I weep.
A tear, for everyone of them.

For I, cannot judge them
with a night like tonight.

It was cold
and it was grey.

Just like the ground you hit your head on.

Where is the Man with the Blue face?
Where is the Man, that is thinking of my name?

Where are the Flowers,
that look like our fate?
They grow and grow and grow
only for us.

Where is the Bride, who was left at the alter?
Where is the Man who told you he loved you?

I'm looking for him. He owes me a favor.