Barely breathable air, false profoundness
The snow calls to me, I have a date with the stars
If I lay down in the frost, face to face with myself
The snow would melt, against the warmth of a single tear
So, I decline my escape, I keep the burn inside

I feel I’ve got to apologise for, my unoriginality
coupled with severe doubt and a lack of sympathy

I’ll emulate, discredit and deface your sadness
Repoduce, travesty or use your sorrow

In hope that, through misplaced empathy,
it just might, fill my boulder
Rather than make my hill, any longer

im missing something that was
perhaps never there,
something i made up in my mind.
a feeling, a friend, it was just pretend.
the comfort, trust, the care, and peace,
all simply parts of something in me.

so,  how come i cant seem to find them
when searching high and low, and everywhere within?..

Maybe, just maybe, it was the having of
"a second set of eyes"
that helped to reveal whats inside,
just another lovely human being,
like a mirror reflecting back at me
all the things i try so hard now to see.

Even if thier feelings lay unclamed,
thier actions untrue,
still, what i thought I saw in them of me... should'nt require a "You"

is there some magical
chemical compound made
from giving pieces
of your soul away,
and mixing them with another's,
even if thier part they don't believe??

Is there no way to repoduce,
or find, that Thing?..

The Feeling,

that was one part Fantacy,
mixed with all other parts of    just me