We both ask each other how we are, if we are okay, if we are fine.
We ask those standard questions to cover the ones we want to say. Until one of us slips and strips those words with their own facade.
We have moved on with our lives.
That's for sure.
But we haven't moved on from the feelings, have we?

What do you call
That certain moment in time
When you hear
The sound of crickets in the night
Where everyone's asleep
And you fall deep in your thoughts
How can it be
There's this continuous sound
A single line
Not only can be heard
But also can be seen.

Is 'lost' a word that people take lightly?
Is it something that I shouldn't brush off so slightly?
Is it possibly an insult when I say it myself
'That I honestly don't know, or have anyone else'?

Would it be fine
If I were to just lay down and close my eyes?
Listening to the waves as they crash upon shores
Instead of listening to my family's snores?

I'm ready to run, but there's no where to go
I'm ready to fight, but the enemy's unknown
I'm ready to love, but I'm afraid I've forgotten how
But best or worst of all, I'm ready to go down

I'm lost in this world and in my own head
I'm lost inside and out, full of fear that my spirit's dead
But oddly enough, over these few years
I've started to see light in my eyes, a light that's not from tears.

how would the
days be like
now
if you stayed?

maybe i would
smile more

or

have that warm
fuzzy feeling
within
wherever i traveled.

when someone slowly
disappears
bit by bit

and then
the,

hurt rush pasts
emotions stored away
sweetness a distant memory.

how would the
days be like
if you hadn't left?

~

Who
Am
I
?

Who
Are
You
?

What
Are
We
?

What
Can
We
Be
?

hey
I'm okay.

but have you ever
wondered to ask
more?

Why in the world
we're blaming love
for being un-loved?