If I turn around I can see the sun,
the moon,
the stars.
I can't imagine a dream,
more conclusive in its ending.
They all fall.
I cannot find a solution.
I cannot find an answer to this never ending thought.
I tried today to find a light,
to light this cave I've descended into.
Instead I found more darkness, just.
It shone, as light would,
but reflected nothing.
But this darkness does not intimidate me.
I do not fear it.
I just do not understand it.
When you smile, I find it
to be absolutely fascinating.
but I do not know how to respond.
It does not provoke my own face to mimic your emotion.
So i look on in the darkness for an emotion
I can fathom to explain. To repeat.
I fail.
I find joy, but it is not the joy you feel.
Mine is not a feeling. not an emotion.
it is an idea, a lucid dream.
my imagination, telling me the difference
between my smile and yours.
I know you.
I wish I knew you better.
I want to watch you, like I used to.
Like I used to so enjoy to do.
But life has taken us separate directions.
No.
Truth, I miss you.
Prost.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
If I turn around I can see the sun,
the moon,
the stars.
I can't imagine a dream,
more conclusive in its ending.
They all fall.
I cannot find a solution.
I cannot find an answer to this never ending thought.
I tried today to find a light,
to light this cave I've descended into.
Instead I found more darkness, just.
It shone, as light would,
but reflected nothing.
But this darkness does not intimidate me.
I do not fear it.
I just do not understand it.
When you smile, I find it
to be absolutely fascinating.
but I do not know how to respond.
It does not provoke my own face to mimic your emotion.
So i look on in the darkness for an emotion
I can fathom to explain. To repeat.
I fail.
I find joy, but it is not the joy you feel.
Mine is not a feeling. not an emotion.
it is an idea, a lucid dream.
my imagination, telling me the difference
between my smile and yours.
I know you.
I wish I knew you better.
I want to watch you, like I used to.
Like I used to so enjoy to do.
But life has taken us separate directions.
No.
Truth, I miss you.
Prost.
