I see it, right there.
That faint glimmering in your eyes.
No wait, it’s love?
I see everything in your eyes.
I see long nights,
Early mornings, and
I see Leonine taking his first steps,
I see Luna on her first day to school,
I see two hands ring clad interlocked.
I see us,
And to me,
Do you see it?
That sparkle in your eyes when you look at me.
I see it,
And I love it.
I love everything,
I love you,
I love us.
My one and only,
That’s what I see.
Earth is merely a pebble
On the shore of everything
Of the sea that is our universe
Waves with such an endless treble
And crash's leaving a deafening ring
For we are just a pebble that can think
About how the sea came to be so vast
Or if there are other pebbles like ours
And what's the meaning to anything
Can't this pebble see it won't out last
That we won't live like all these stars
That meanings don't have a meaning
As we're merely just a pebble observing
This seemingly endless sea of everything
Just enjoy yourself in this short short life, cause compared to the universe.
We're only here for a single blink and then we're gone.
Once again, everything has changed.
This time, it was for the worst.
But we'll be okay.
Because we've always thought it was more important
To help an injured runner than finishing first.
We do this because in the end,
It doesn't matter who finishes first or last.
As long as we stick together,
No matter what we face, we can kick its ***.
My body still searches for you
In a sea of bedsheets and stuffed animals.
I try to mimic the warmth of your arms around me.
I, once again, fail miserably...
Just like I did when you packed up and left.
My hands sleepily clasp at nothingness.
I am half asleep,
Just at the stage before waking up,
Desperately trying to find any semblance of you.
I was always told my insomnia was the reason for my lack of rest.
But what do we call it when I can not fall asleep without you beside me?
God I miss your body beside me, it was home if I ever had one
Everything can be nothing.
When it's too much.
Or just a little.
I have no middle or inbetween.
I have nothing but everything.
I've seen everything.
But I can do nothing.
When I saw nothing,
I thought I could do everything.
Turned out it was nothing.
Everything I learned brought me to nothing.
And I feel everything and it takes me to nothing.
Even if I could write down everything.
Nobody would see it actually happening.
But I can't write down nothing or everything.
I can't sing everything and everything is nothing.
So I write and sing just something.
But in that something is everything.
And when I'm singing everything it's too much.
So it's nothing.
So everything is nothing.
Like a little bit of everything.
Today I wanted everything.
Yesterdag I wanted nothing.
I'm longing for something or someone that feels like everything.
Someone or something that is everything!
Everything I can't be.
Nothing I have ever felt.
Like nothing can make me feel.
Like everything does not matter.
But I can't find nothing or everything.
When I can feel almost everything it turns back into nothing.
So I'm longing for just something.
Or someone that's everything!
Don't be everything.
Be my everything.
My chameleon is so lonely.
Don't you see his sad looking eyes?
Longing for something that can make him feel like he is everything!
"What are you thinking about?"
"You. Me. The world. Life. Happiness."
You smile and say "is that all?"
"You know me.
I think about everything.
What are you thinking about?"
"Well, I WAS worrying.
About bills. Insurance. Our health. The future.
But then you distracted me."
"And what are you thinking about now?"
"That I wish I had your optimism.
But for now, no more worrying. It's time to breathe.
I'm just glad to be here in this moment with you."
Do you know me?
Do you actually know me?
Or are you just assuming how I am by my looks?
I don’t know what you think or how you see me
But you don’t seem to know me
I am me
And I never showed you who I am
You just assumed it
Like I’m a rumor
Everything somebody says about me is true.
That’s a lie.
I don’t know what people tell about me and I actually don’t think I’m anybody’s topic.
I am just me
And if you would ask me
I would show you who I am and how I am
Because I am me
I am just me
And I don’t allow everybody to see me
To see the real me
Because I am the real me
See me how I am or see me how you want to see me
Ask if you want to know something about me
Just ask it
Because I am just me and actually not here to judge people by their looks
I am here to find out who some people really are
Because everybody is just a me
And somebody may not know me
Do you know me?
I know I can't be everything to you
But I can be something
That something is the best thing
It's the thing you'll love
You'll love to have
I don't want to be your everything
I want to be a golden something
The one thing you love
And more of that one thing
Is the everything I offer
That one magic thing you want
It's everything I am
It's everything I want to be
It's everything to be that one thing
It's everything for me
If I give you my everything
I know I can be that something
That beautiful thing
That you need in your life
It's my everything
I scream for your attention
But you don’t hear me
I scream out all of my anger
But the wrong people listen to it
I just scream
Does anyone feel the same way?
Does anybody just want to scream.
Does anyone want to scream with me.
Scream about something
Scream about everything
Scream about the environment
Scream about politics
Scream about generations
Scream about social standards
Scream about what is going on in my head
The roller coaster in my head is screaming
My ideas are flowing
And I stop screaming
I begin to overthink
Are you screaming with me or against me?
What are colours?
Colours define everything.
But who defines everything to the ones who can’t see?
Not only the ones that are blind.
But the ones who just don’t want to see it.
To see what is right in front of them.
To see the world around them.
To see everything that exists.
And what does not exist.
So what exists?