You keep coming back, tunneling your way into my mind. Nothing reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you. My memories are all red now.  You were the sunset, bright, chaotic, ever changing and blinding. I never belonged there, I never belonged there.  The night smells like sea salt and everything tinted blue feels like home. He feels like home but he doesn't care. He feels like home but I'm too scared. He told me about a flickering in my eyes, something terrifying to those who don't understand. He feels like a far away flame, he flickers too.  The clouds will cover my eyes, soon, and I will slowly descend into another darkness.