And somehow, you inspire me.

Grey skies, rain falling, dripping down on me,
and I sit on my porch, watching the trees sway,
and the ray of light streaks across the darkness,
and somehow, I see you in the light,
and I know, there is beauty, somehow.

Horses ride across the open field,
and somehow, I know you're riding one of them,
and I watch the water splash and drip,
rain from above and below, puddles and droplets,
and I hear you laugh from afar, somehow.

In between us, a quiet silence,
and somehow, it isn't redundant,
and even though I can't give you what you want,
I can give you what you need,
and there is peace, in the silence, somehow.

And the thoughts which beg for words grows silent, somehow.

I think the nicest thing a friend has ever done for me, is leave. 

I love how all the suble things can give you such a rush. 

Social life is the greatest battle of the wits anywhere, and I love both watching and participating.

I feel my heart compressing...focusing, blurry eyes, straight road, driving. 

I hear the voices on, on, blending, laughing, happy, sadness. 

Music floats, soars, confusion, fingers gripping, silence on my face. 

Following the lights, darkness, blood flowing, dizzy. 

Hand on my shoulder, he understands, really? 

Mist and voices, I heard you, but did you hear me, did you hear my heart, screaming. 

Breathing in the wind, coldness of the darkness, what if, no, maybe. 

Concentrating, pain, concentrate.