Death is not something we experience. Death is one of some things that ends all experience. Now, I'm not saying that only death can make you feel numb and distant What I'm merely saying is that death is more definite.
Love can be felt as if it's something new. Like it wasn't the leftover from yesterday's memory. Love, I now know, cannot grow old. Maybe that's why it's eternal
After the Tohoku earthquake Silence shadowed the ones left to weep But it's not for long Because the numbing faded away And the storm signaled the remains of the lost love.
We are cold. Whether measured by the sun's standard Or by the sound made by the clouds. But right now an unrecognized feeling Is creating a filter through my eyes.
This feeling is so strong and irrevocably true That I'm left wishing that it's pure.
And tonight I am not gonna turn off the trickling of the faucet. I am going to let its sound drive me to sleep. I am going to ignore the carelessness of my act. Just for this night, the faucet will cry for me. Or maybe with me.