Walking around, the air is cold.
My pale nose turns red and
Something white
Lands on my eyelash.
It's a tiny little snowflake,
so fragile and light.

Falling from the sky,
It's all around me now.
Tiny little flakes,
Reminders of joy.
Winter is here,
So let it snow.

I want to tell you all these things,
all these things inside that hold me down.
The sinking stones, the thoughts that
I can't even begin to understand.
But I feel it when I'm with you,
the feeling you get when the sun rises
and the moon is full.
I feel it when I'm with you,
the only thing that is consistent.
It's not like the changing moon,
the seasons, or time on the clock,
I love you, now, and through every change
that will occur.

I'll sit here and play all the sad songs I know

And I'll remember again what It felt like

To be in your arms.

I'm missing you,

Not knowing when it all went wrong.

And I'll remember again the look

On your face when you woke

In the middle of the night

As you put your arms around me.

What it felt like to be loved

Unconditionally.

Realizing that I never took the time

To tell you I was hurting.

The sea with its ever constant waves
Are like my longing for the stars.
A dream for what's on the other side
The blue horizon.
Push, pull. Push, Pull.

It's strange,
This firework kind of feeling.
The sunshine hits your skin,
Everything, you can see.
Every hair and every vein
So precious, so beautiful.
It's strange,
As if the light becomes
Emotion.
Suddenly the world feels light,
Nothing can bring me down tonight.

It's moments like this that make you second guess everything.
The kind of moment that makes your life flash before your eyes,
But not in a bad way, almost in a bittersweet way.
All the things that brought you joy,
All the things beating you up inside.
Suddenly you're Alice, not knowing who you really are
Or which way to go.
To go.

Even if I can't see you,
I know you are out there.
I know at some point in the night
You go to lie in you bed,
all alone, empty handed.
No one to share your thoughts with.
You can't see me either,
But I hope you know that at night
When I go to lie in my bed,
I look out the window and talk
To the stars and the moon.
I talk to them as if I was
Talking to you.
As if I wasn't alone and your hand
Was in mine.

Sometimes I sit here and stare at the wall.

It’s white, you know, with holes left from

the pictures that used to be hanging.

The pictures of you and the memories

of all those times we spent together.

The problem is that when I sit here,

all I can hear is the clicking of the fan

as it spins, and spins, and spins.

The glitches of light begin to hurt my eyes,

so when I shut them tight I expect to see

your face, yet all I see is a frame,

empty space.

The music begins to play,
it takes me back to that summer night.
I close my eyes,
the humidity surrounds me,
the crickets chirp.
I take two steps forward,
and Im thrown back four.
I hear you near me,
I can hear you breathe.
The music starts to slow,
as the street lights flicker
I feel you disappear.

The darkness of the night
and the chill of the lake
make me feel nostalgic
of a time when you
were here.
The crashing of the waves
and the scream of the wind
are suddenly all I hear
until you stand before me.
This must be a dream,
it can't be for real.
Because this isn't really you,
this is just your ghost.
And all I know is that
you'd be proud, joyful
if only you were truly here.
I'd show you all you've missed,
the years of my life that have passed.
The waves start to slow,
and sooner than later you'll have to go.

the wind,
it wisps around me,
it lifts me up to the heavens,
past the clouds,
and brings me to you.

the leaves,
they fall to the ground,
and they whisper to me.
they speak of the past,
lost memories,
and forgotten love.

the lake,
the waves are crashing,
they roar and they scream.
i don't know where i am now.
this feeling is so unreal.

all i see is blue,
when all i want is you.

something just doesn't feel right.
it's in the way that the wind blows,
it's in the way that I don't want to put up a fight.
something just doesn't feel right.
it's in the way that air makes me choke,
it's in the way that I'm scared of the night.

something just doesn't feel right.