Casting her light across the world
Laughing and telling secrets into the dark of the night.
Spending time with each other as much as possible.
The days began to fade away with your smile.
You began to keep your secrets to yourself.
Going to bed early and without me.

What happened to my bright-eyed friend?
What happened to the one who could make me smile and laugh?
Sweet sweet friend, you're beginning to turn sour,
I don’t know what to say, don't know what to say to save you.

Nights now are spent with you crying to me late in the night.
Tears of betrayal, tears of hurt.
I wish I could wipe away all your pain.
You tell me you’re sad, you tell me you don’t know why.
Let me tell you, my friend, it’s okay to cry
It’s okay to be sad.
Just know that you are loved by everyone around.

There are many people you haven't met yet,
so many new opportunities you won’t see if you keep your head down.
Turn your head up, love
and see how the stars shine in the distance.

What happen to my bright-eyed friend?
The one with the dreams of the future?
Smart and successful, you shined so bright.
Your light is beginning to fade, I’m afraid it’ll go out.
I don’t know how to get that light back, I don’t know how to get you back.

My nights are spent alone now.
No one to laugh and tell my secrets too.
No one to tell me it’ll be alright.
I tried so hard to make you happy, to get your light back.
In the end, it was all up to you.
You were the one who had to make your light shine, to get the sourness out.

You were too far away for any of us to save you.
Floating away on your boat of despair.
You crashed with an iceberg made of sadness.
And like the titanic, something great sunk,
and the only thing that remains is stories,
and recovered parts of you.

What happened to my friend, my bright-eyed friend.
She turned herself off, and her eyes grew so dim that I could not recognise them.
A shadow of herself is what was left before she went away.
A shadow of my bright-eyed friend.
Lost in the darkness that’s life.

I can feel myself drifting
Drifting away from the world and reality,
Drifting away from all the happiness
Drifting
I can feel myself drifting.
I struggle to grab ahold of something,
anything,
To keep me grounded,
but there isn’t anything around.
Empty space surrounds me,
it swallows me whole.
I feel my breath start to slow,
I feel tears pricking at my eyes.
I can feel myself drifting
Drifting.

I don't know what to feel.
You're gone.
A hole fills where you were.
I'm sorry.
It must have been my fault.
You left.
I thought I couldn't breathe without...
without you.
But now I am forced to.
I'm breathing,
but I am struggling to survive.
I'm needy.
I am needing my void filled.
It's better.
It should be better, we're apart.

The storm came from the East.
It came unexpectedly.
There were no warning clouds.
It started at a gentle breeze.
I saw the lightning and was in awe.
The rain cooled my skin.
I never expected hail or hurricane.
In time they both came.
The hail came first and bruised me.
I found nowhere to hide.
I was vulnerable in the open, unsafe.
I felt as if the worst had come.
Then the hurricane brewed and came my way.
It carried me into it.
My body was no longer in my command.
Everything hit me.
I felt no escape, but I revered the pain.
Then the storm left to the West.
I was on the ground, not knowing whether to feel pain or joy.
Now, I lust after the lightning and rain.
I weep over the hail and the hurricane.

Ⅰ
In the dark of night,
he moves quietly as a mouse
Creeping and sneaking
Ⅱ
In the light of day,
he pounces and plays
happy and joyous
Ⅲ
A companion worth keeping around,
always there to cheer you up
with purrs and brushes of soft fur
Ⅳ
A fierce predator,
killing whatever scurries in front him
Ⅴ
A sacred creature,
worshipped by gods and goddesses
statutes and shrines, all for him
Ⅵ
An omen of bad luck,
people shake in fear
when they see this harmless creature
Ⅶ
Why fear such a gentle creature?
Why leave them on streets,
alone and hungry?
Ⅷ
On the streets,
scavenging for scraps of food,
cold and shivering in an alleyway.
Ⅸ
In a shelter locked up in a cage
surrounded by so many others like him,
wondering why he isn’t loved.
Ⅹ
In his new home,
surrounded by loving people,
Warm embracing and kind words.
XI
A perfect gift,
a perfect pet.
Kind and gentle and calm
XII
A mess not worth having around
A nuisance you have to clean up after.
Noisy and mischievous
XII
A black cat,
alone in the world
finds his way home
to a family that only see the good in him.

The old man sits in a wooden chair,
worn from years of use.
The fire is ablaze behind him,
warming his body, cold from the snowy weather.
It’s silent in the house, the only noise is the man’s steady breathing
In, out, in, out, in
His head in his hands, the weight of the world on his shoulders.
A long night of nightmares,
of gunshots and dead brothers.
The memories stay with him,
even after years away from the battle.
They plague his mind, infest his dreams.
He wishes he could be freed of them day in and day out.
But for now, he only sits
in the wooden chair because it is like him,
worn out from years of use.