You wear me like a an old T-shirt,
I should be a black dress.
Dark and silent- and image of beauty.
Midnight belonged to miracles,
The night always had an overactive imagination.
The only thing people are looking for is meaning,
I am searching for a silent room.
Then I remembered the silence depressed me.
I may have lost myself,
The person I used to be seems
So far away. The night
Went black until morning had breath.
I must learn to understand
My soul is not bound by a
Three-dimensional space, I am more.
The vision came and vanished
But the longing to see does
Not fade. Her existence made sense in the end
Home is more complex than a location.
A troubled sea still remains in my heart.
Cascading seconds, the rhythmic moments
The end is guaranteed