I am awakened by the sound of sorrow knocking on my door. Sheer silence is more violent than the bloodiest battle from ancient times and as vintage as these thoughts, I still seize the moment with the drafts of wind coming through the outer perimeter of the hole in our hearts.
Why do we captivate the notion of everlasting taste of one another in single jar that is meant to be broken before change kicks in?
Sometimes the world stops and every feeling numbing the pupil in our eyes from seeing reality becomes realistically fictional in someone else's visions. One hand cold signifies balance within a soul desperately wanting to soar through the air holding the warmest being possible behind them. Moments tell us everything about ourselves as relics from the past and the feeling of you taking it all away for a single moment can only serve as a prophecy for fate and joy in futuristic ideals. Almost like the brushing wind in the passenger seat from the deadliest demon's wing I am enlightened to know that every piece of sin given is something less than noticeable with blinding headlights getting in the way and Although they flicker they produce a sparkling glow that could never be found in anyone fading like me. One day we can outshine the sun like the strongest piece of orb known to man. One day it won't be possible.
It was all just a good nightmare and playing the lead character transpires the true essence of romance in a minute's time. Bleeding through the sheets of paper I wrote before I died and breaking bedroom windows with the thoughts that never hit me hard enough to do everything I could or would have has left me in a doorstep pondering a person I could never be. As I rang the bell and waited in my room for an answer I realized that I couldn't agree with you more tonight. No one was home in your heart. I passed on before you knew who I was. It could have mattered more once but everyday is limited in a world of dreamers and wonderers. Somewhere in between is nothing more than the leftovers of life scraping for a category in the section of importance for life.
Somewhere in between I lost myself.
I lost myself for you.