His voice is the only thing I could listen to all day
His laugh is the only thing that light up my gloomy day
His name is the only thing that makes me blush all over
His smile is the only thing that makes my heart flutter

It's weird that now
I feel excited to see him around
but I have no courage even to make a sound

We were close, and it changed somehow
It's strange
But deep down I wonder
If he feel the same as I do

Still,
I can't figure out **why

We are the broken generation today, maybe just one happy day, no misery to surround us, hope the only thing around us, no need for medication that never helped, no hourly cost for how much we spoke, no hatred on people who can’t be the same, different faces, different names, races and pain, innocent eyes in the beginning lost on different streets, no matter how far apart we are we still are so close, all went through pain better version, or worse, it was still felt, experiences that tore our soul’s apart, emptiness, life of a loved one lost or just trying to save our own, the cancer, the abuse, the drugs, the misuse of the things that are supposed to save us, are the very things destroy us, day by day, night by night, if we fought together, everything would be alright, acceptance is the way, no more lives lost to the suicidal thoughts, tendencies forgot
angels no longer lost.

The mind bends
While experiencing
The ethereal
Moving away
From the pivot
Of earlier beliefs
Mending the chasm
To create
A link between
The known and
Unknown
Unable to
Distinguish between
The real and surreal
Painting the world
With alien colors
Painting silhouettes
And finally
Giving them clarity
In the world
Of ethereal
Bending away
You swerve to
A different world