The fact is I'm not an artist. I can't draw you perfectly. I can see you perfectly in my head though. I mean that's how much I think about you, but I could write a song. Match your name to the rhythm. Have the letters dance a melody. The sound of your voice the harmony. Have your personality pick the style of music, and your heart play the beat. I could sing each chord in thought of you. Have a violin play my deepest meaning. But for today I will say I cannot draw you.

The beginning was sharp and bright
Hope was something I did not have
End was all I could think about
Born awhile ago
On my mind lingered the dark  
Mocking me was the cord
Being aware of how life is careful made it worse
Gone are my friends
Once I thought about this moment and how it would make me feel
Except my brain thought about my life
So much I had wasted
By thinking about the end
Optimistically I thought i could change
Overjoyed I thought about me in a good way
Maybe that's why in the moment of contentment the boom went off

People say if you stare at something too long your brain will make something up just so you don't think your crazy. That's when I met him, Nice , gentle ,like a breeze and his hugs were as comfortable as a blanket.  We grew to know each other . He helped me out of misery. eventually another boy came and asked me who I  was talking to when I turned to introduce them I saw only fog .