This weather whispers through its winds.
The presence of someone who shall bring rain of rejoice.
Though i havent met her yet, and i know i wont for a long time.
Maybe a lifetime.who knows.
But she feels close.close enough to say its real.

Tell me
Why is it hard to be alone?
Can't or don't i love myself as much as i can love someone else?
Maybe i don't.self depreciating *******.
All i need are thoughts
that can tire my mind and put me to sleep.
I need sleep.

I feel mixed.
Its not fair.
Getting all the things you ever wanted.
And not getting the only single thing you ll ever need.
Such is the story of life. satisfaction at its greedy best you might say.
But when you lay down.end your day.rate it.
Whether it was good or bad.
Trust me.
Your heart will whisper through one of its beats.
Telling you to go and get that thing you need.

Who are we?

We are the remnants of who we aren't.
We are the fallen.
But living,rather surviving,
for things that made us smile
hoping they might happen again
those moments. Now memories.