i remember that night >> that day >>
that time >> that sentence >> that
explanation >> that realization >> that
following week. i remember pretending
the only thing on my mind was the
instrument between my legs and not
the sadness in my heart. we began in a
silent sync as beautiful and haunting as
the moon. but we ended just as soon
in the same old way not willing to
change. not willing to take the chance.
take me back. no never mind my heart
is just playing tricks on me you see i am
a mess of missing you. the things i
normally would do seem foreign. my
local soul is tearing in this light >> my
whole body is shaking of fright for this
week. remember? when we pleaded to
each other about the future about
bettering our past remember when you
told me you'd come especially because
you wanted to see me well i'm stuck on
stage now waiting for my hero -- you.
no this light is not blue although is it
possible to change the quantum
mechanics of an atom or the color of
light that's making my sight bleed of
hope and misery of longing and
sadness i miss i miss i want i want i
can't i can't these words are just
endless streams of infinite dreams that
have died and haven't been born. no
i'm not depressed i'm doing okay. am i?
you see it's hard to tell and even more
difficult to see my feelings in this light
that seems to bleed my lost love. this
light that seems to decay everything in
red. this light that i am covered in.
