Think of a time where
You were blissfully happy.
I will take you there.

Internal affairs of
Conflict and resolution
Rarely ever assume
Internal happiness.

The mind allows
Sanctuary to the
Starving thoughts
That so desperately
Hope to achieve total
Control through
Never ending savagery
And pestering pessimism.

They told me to listen to the raindrops,
And how they beat pitter-patter on the rooftops.
But there is no rooftop on this broken home.
And rain doesn’t “pitter-patter” over it,
It drowns it out.
And now, submerged under water,
I cannot hear anything.
Except the pitter-patter of my heart,
As I’m looking at you.
We’re here, dancing and drowning in the raindrops.
And now, the only pitter-patter we hear is our feet on the floor of this ocean house.
The waves carrying us in any direction in sees fit.
And now, when they tell us to listen to the raindrops,
We won’t be able to hear them.
Because we are now the raindrops.
Pitter-patter.

Our observable universe
Expands 93 billion light years
Filled with over a sextillion of stars,

Yet you don't see any stars in my eyes,
And you keep asking me to go
Outside of your observable universe.