You're sitting at the kitchen table,
And the girl you love is cooking breakfast,
Or maybe it's a boy.
At this point you only care about the love that they give,
They bring in the plate but they are falling,
They keep going
Down the rabbit hole or down to hell, maybe to the center of the earth, but
they didn't really fall.
they just never existed.
now picture this:
The water is boiling and you can't remember putting the kettle on.
You walk upstairs and the lamp by your desk was on.
It's day like these you feel less alone,
Is there hope that someone is here that loves you?
But you remember turning the kettle on.
You remember because
It was to hear something besides your own breathing,
And you remember turning on the light
It was to see yourself for who you really are
And that is alone.
But it's okay to be alone
because no one is ever truly
alone