I don't exist in a realm where I see myself.

I live in a world of flashing images,
Only some of which I have control over.

I'm drifting through the moments,
Trying my best to float back to you.

Everything was white and soft.
The sky looked like home.
I never knew snowflakes could make me feel so human.

I fell in love with you in the fall.
Your presence like a crisp breeze
so refreshing, nothing could ever feel that good again.
Stealing glances from across the room
It took all I had in me not to fall to a million pieces.
I'd give anything for you to make me self destruct.

You put me on edge in the best way possible.
For you I'd fall apart forever.

Maybe feeling the darkness is the only way to bring us to the light.

And maybe these people in our lives with stay
And maybe they will go but
Maybe if we hold that little bit of love in our hearts
That little bit of light
Then maybe we'll have the strength to push away all the darkness
Until we're blind to all the bad
Till all we can see is the good.

And maybe there will always be shadows
But they will be behind me now.

I try hard not to think about you.
Because I hear the more times you recall a memory,
The more bits of it change.

But I want to remember you exactly the way you were,
Because you've already changed enough.

Maybe I could write those things here.
Those things that I wish I could say but I don't know how.
Maybe we can both write to people who don't exist
And pretend somehow we receive it.
Maybe those words are safer in a place unknown.

I always thought
You were the one I could depend on
The one that would never turn on me
But the world turned on you
The wind inside you grew cold
You no longer were a daisy in my field of gray.

With you gone
Who will be there to make things okay?

Stories told of love so true.
Formed my vision of a world with you.

What is love?

If not the drop of hope in a baron sea.
The all of you that there is in me.

The only flicker in a perpetual darkness.
How grateful I am that you had a part in this.

The first drop of ink on a blank page.
Finally finding the right words to say.

Love is pure and love is sure.
The remnant of life when there is no more.

So what is love? I cannot say.
But in a life full of minutes, you are the day.

Sitting around.
Saving up energy for round 2.
The silence says more than the screaming to ensue.
Love and war means all is fair.
No amount of empty notions
Could make up for the emotional disrepair.
Sit in the corner tearing out your hair.
No bell rings to start this fight.

Is there something I could say?
I can never be sure.
I feel like I just annoy everyone.
I can never be sure.
Why am I sad all the time for no reason at all?
I can never be sure.

It seems like I'm not sure of anything these days.
Not sure of myself, or where I'm going.
If only there was a way to run away.
From my problems.
From my sadness.
But there's not.

Or is there?
I can never be sure.

I feel lost in the shadows.
The darkness in my room is comforting.
But the silence is unbearable.

I just sit and stair at the walls all day.
Pretending that I'm looking at the faces of friends who aren't there.
And maybe they will listen to me.

When you have no one, what do you have?
Nothing but a feeling of uncertainty.
And a room full of unanswered questions.