Tonight I came to a realization.
That each one of us is broken.
And to portray:
Possibly our life is like an incomplete puzzle.

If we are fortunate, we might find our missing pieces and make us whole.

Till we discover our missing pieces,
We will try to fill the void.
Searching for something that will make us feel less lonely.

Aren't we all lonely?

It just keeps growing

and fills up the living room --


that you are not there.

The art of longing
was painted
on the wall of sadness,
and yeah
you are the ink of my falling tears.

Tomorrow you'll come

back, or later, or never --


you'll never leave me.

Should I call
When my battery is dead
Should I cry
When my tears are dried
Should I hold on
When I'm weak
Should I feel safe
When I'm drowning
Should I care
When I don't know if you do
Should I just let go
When I've fallen so deep
Should I comfort my heart
When you are my only antidote
Should I look at what I don't have
When you are the only one I need
Should I keep asking myself question after question
When only you can give the answers
Should I want happy ever after
When this is not a fairytale
Should I close my eyes to the silent rhythm
When only you can play the right tune
All I know no matter the questions
Only you can give the answers

A stranger stopped by,
Asked how things were going
Simply put, the sun seems just as golden
The road glides easy as we drive into the next day,
The ocean breeze's just as sweet as the smiles on our face
There are no wounds, no tears
And yet, my world has shifted a few degrees
For it is the small scratch that forever bleeds
That pulls at one's existence like weeds
It's the ghost that lingers in the peripherals
It's the gasp, before the light switch is flicked on
With the lamp that swings alone, above what is truly gone
It's the wave of laughter that lacks its fourth part harmony
And it's the forgotten Christmas dinner seat.