If I were drunk right now, I'd say I'm too low to be high anymore. I'm tired of these 4 a.m. mornings that you'd call a night. I can't remember and explain what it exactly feels to have everything and nothing altogether. It's filled, but it's vacant. I wish if I told myself, that the peace and love I'm trying to maintain around, is exactly what kills me. I'm glad that I could keep up, bruised, broken, smiling. But now whenever I look at the mirror, we don't ask each other how we've been, I would lie to the mirror and the mirror would lie to me. This heart of mine, no longer wrenches in misery. There's a different tune now, that I'm lately learning. If I feel something, it is that none of us can escape being a human anymore. I don't have anything to grab or withhold back, It's just me, and my space, that fills with stillness, all I really hold on to, is myself, and this silence. I'd go with the flow, breaking someone's trust, building someone's hope, being someone's sun, also being the dust.