The truth is that I really don't enjoy long travels
That specific smell makes me sick
And all I want to do while on the road is
To sleep.

But everytime I close my eyes
It is you that comes to mind;
The thought of having the chance to hold your hand for a while
To be able to feel your warmth.

As time goes by
I learned to appreciate
The journey
Of coming home to you.

You are here.
This is,
My favorite place.

What do you call
That certain moment in time
When you hear
The sound of crickets in the night
Where everyone's asleep
And you fall deep in your thoughts
How can it be
There's this continuous sound
A single line
Not only can be heard
But also can be seen.

"I hurt you. I scared you.
I understand if you hate me." - he said
Being the rose-colored one,
But also wander in the dark.

Some people do have
A more positive outlook in life.
But all,  by nature, tend to remember
The negative things more strongly and in more detail.

In the grand scheme of things,
Is it possible to love both sides?
Something that is chaotic,
But joyful at the same time.

Stars;
So much can be seen by the naked eye.
We tend to look highly of them,
But they're pretty much like us.

They're born
Live,
And they die.

Some stars lose their light,
Some explode.
Even though they seem so ahead,
Like us, they are still mortal.

The way we look at stars,
It's like they can guide us moving on.
In reality, we're lost in the past;
Long gone, moved on.