When the wind blows, the willow bends, and that is life.
When the fire burns, the willow chars, and that is death.
When the rain falls, the willow heals, and that is life.
When lightning strikes, the willow sacrifices, and that is death.

When I think about you... Nothing makes sense.

The wind calms; the willow still bends.
The fire ends; the willow still whole
The rain passes; the willow still dry
The lightning halts; the willow still shakes

See, my world makes more sense without you
but it's so much better with you.

But is it enough?

VOICES
Hey!
VOICES
Could everyone please keep it down?
VOICES
Does anyone want to listen?
VOICES
Do you have a minute?
VOICES
Never mind. It's nothing.
VOICES
MAKE
IT
STO-
Silence.

I wonder if I think of you
Or if I think about everyone else....

Or maybe this isn't love it's just something else?

***** this, I don't love just you but I'll stay with you
because maybe you'll love me back if I can't attack you first.


sigh
Just any other day without you

The man, alone, walked through his mind.
Dense, white fog curling around him,
Smothering his outstretched hands searching
For his watch, his precious timekeeper.

He heard it ticking down, getting slower and slower
Click.
Click...
C L I C K...

His fingertips brushed against the small,
Rusted, damaged watch, and slowly spun
it, round and round and round

C L I C K...
CLICK...
Click...
Click.

The fog slowly lifted,
revealing a lonesome tree,
blooming with a thousand
Colours, than anything
the man had ever seen

And there sat death, the patient lover
Always watching, always talking with the man
Telling him how much she missed his warm lips
And she asked for a kiss once more.

He solemnly brushed her lips, three times
And the taste in his mouth was always there
Even as he walked away,
Whole, hopeful, healing
Happy

Until finally, after many moons,
He finally kissed her lips once more.

I woke up.

I saw you, smiled, and then never wanted to see you again.

I'm sorry.

The voices were just too loud.

So I had to go back to sleep.

I live this nightmare
so I can be something.

But what is it?
What do I slog through
hours of pain for?



Maybe I do it for the few minutes I get to spend with you