What is it to be lonely?
Does one get to a point where one's own presence become something to loathe?
Is it odd not to not to ache from this solitude?
I have heart grand amouts, but in those moments of silence and desolation.
I thrive in thought halting this worlds motion until the fading light if my vision cease.
Enveloped by what seems like darkness and stereotypical loneliness.
I feel more,
I see more.

Life is full of sad stories
And painful memories
It's also filled with laughter
And beautiful people to share the moments you adore most with
But its a dark world out there with thunderstorms that dont stop
And disasters that never cease
However, there are rays of light
That i call hope,
You have to hold onto that hope,
That it will all get better
Or you will have nothing at all,
You'll just stare blankly at things watching, waiting for a change.
*But you are the change.
You are the hope.

You and the clouds have a lot in common
so,
The tenuous cloud in the distance reminds me of you
Faint, nothingness.
You and the clouds are similar
I can see them but I'll never touch them
I'll never get close enough to the sky
To feel, exactly how amazing they are.

When diving into my gaze immediate purgatory is immanent, understand the pressure is immense. 
Acknowledge this compression to the Earth. Imagine it made you feel more than a single scorch coal. 
Understand this heavy glare was seeing you for the jewel that you are.
You refracted light and casting sudden exodus to my darkest corners.
For the moment understood the twinkle in my eye, was you.

Fighting handfuls of tiresome nights The plight of tossing and turning takes a yielding turn to my mind
Such repression pillows over my face
Reminiscent of earlier drawn into a daze
I exhale conscious inhale dreams begin a lovely pace and appeared
Upon the Subconscious
Guest in a house of woes and love without a mortgage with stories that fill books