I once confessed to my dearest Spaceman, "I'm afraid of being alone."
Because he asked me, why care about what they say? why conform?

Because i'm afraid of being the only one.
Ridiculous, he said.

Oh my dear, beloved Spaceman
The loneliest man in the world
Because you went to space and back again
Because you saw something more
Because no one understands your brilliance

But I am only what I am
and I'm afraid of being the only one

Life is a lot like flying a hot air balloon
Fiery passion brings you high
but knowing when to throw out the sandbag
is probably a skill worth learning on its own.

I'm like that favorite bedtime storybook you used to read every night before you sleep,
now i'm sitting at the back of the cupboard,
hoping that one day, out of nostalgia,
you would pick me up again.

you are that dull ache in my heart,
that on certain days when i look into the rain,
and am reminded of how wonderful you were
how wonderful i am
how wonderful we were

until your fickle skin
decides it wants my touch
i shall wait with extended fingers