I go on my computer, to try and do something new
I try opening up the pictures that I once took of you

A bold message displays across my screen
"Error" it reads, I know exactly what it means

I guess what they say is true, it never processed in my head
Its hard to reach old memories
When someone you love is dead

Everything brings back
Thoughts of the Sea
The Tumultuous Ocean
That whispered to me.

Reality is nothing
After all that has passed
Everything’s tainted
Stained and unchaste.

Hours are seconds
Time stopped the day
He breathed out his last
And faded away.

I’ve stopped writing stories
With sticks in the sand
And brushed them away
With slow grieving hands

The water is silent
Where it strokes the shore
Reaching for someone
Not here anymore.

It is one of those perfect, beautiful, cold nights. One of those nights where the music is loud but gentle, and oh so good  to you.

The brisk air fills your heat with hope and sparks the need for adventure.

It is one is those nights that you're by yourself but feel not a bit of loneliness.

It is one of those nights that you frantically, hopelessly pray will never end.  

But it's one of those nights that does end, but unlike the others it never leaves.

It's one of those nights that stays with you forever.

My thoughts are silent.
But the music is frantic, and fast 
My legs jitter wildly.
Up,down,up,down,up,down. 
They won't stop.
However I'm perfectly calm, and the room is absolutely silent.
Except for whispers that pierce the silence. 
So quiet, but so loud.
The room is silent no more.
A loud dull sound is emitted while someone sharpens their pencil.
High Pitched laughs erupt.
Backpacks are clanged,
and lunch bags are crinkled in the most unholy of ways.
The silence is gone, and so is my peace.