It was after 3 am that my head started to pound.
I found myself thinking about the things that are lost and found.
How I finally found myself, and how I found you were lost.
Misunderstood pain and emotion.
Unreciprocated love and devotion.
Oh how it spirals in those brown eyes,
wearing your ever thinning vail of lies as a disguise.
The liquor eating at your mind like flies.
Yeah now your just like me, the same as me.
Always moving, always running, always forgetting.
Always leaving the things that matter,
the things you are now regretting.
The higher you go, the thinner the air.
If you don't stop climbing your eyes will only hold your lifeless stare.
Just like me, the same as me.

How do you logically explain romantic feelings? What's the catalyst? When did it start? When do you realize that someone becomes special to you? The sudden realization doesn't pay enough respect. There never is a sudden realization. Only the thought that you've felt this way for a while and your only now realizing it. Suddenly mixed emotions become clear and thudding hearts still. All things cease to be in the moment of realization. Realization that you have no control over your thoughts. Realization that you don't know when it started and you feel as if it will never stop. Love is strange, love is torrential, love is a flurry of emotions and a sudden snap of enlightenment. And it ends with a feeling of home.

The long night cannot sleep for the moon is far to bright, too clear.
I think I hear someone's scattered voice,
and the sky vainly responds: yes.

The once vibrant autumn foliage lies dark, damp and life-less at my feet. I tread over their graves without a second thought. Thoughts left for dead.