I lay here, listening to the thunderous sound of silence.
The silence fills my ears in inconceivable volumes.
Volumes that cease to never go away.
Away in the darkness I lay.
I lay here, with thoughts continually traversing my brain.
My brain that constantly seems to be in movement.
Movement that never gives me the desired moment of peace.
Peace which i so long for.
I lay here, by myself in this empty house.
A house that was once filled with love.
The love that has gone so far away.
Away, from me, from my mind, body, soul.
I lay here, thinking long thoughts about my life.
A life that thinks not for itself, but for others.
Others that seem to in return give hurt.
A hurt that not even time itself can heal.
I lay here, begging to be freed from my burdens.
Burdens that should be shared by many.
Many who seem to be no where near.
Near is where i need them most.
I lay here. Hopeless, down, sad, alone.
Alone in the darkness.
The darkness where i lay.
I lay here.
A special connection i have with this girl,
when i'm with her, i forget about the world.
She has a way of making me smile,
and to stay in the moment for a while.
The way she smiles lights up my day,
It brightens me up when she comes my way.
When she sees me her face gets bright,
if around a million people, i'm the only one in sight.
Constant thoughts of her steadily flow,
if there were some way i could let her know.
Her eyes shine bright filled with joy,
not phased by people who try to annoy.
Her touch is gentle filled with care.
Her love, i know, she wants to share.
I can't buy things like jewelry or fur,
But i will let it be known, I am here for her.
In my mind, thoughts, memories, emotions.
Mixed up in one big bowl, swirling together.
In my mind, sights, sounds, smells...
adding to the mixture in the bowl of my mind.
I am unsure of what will become of the mixture.
If i should take somethings out, or add in.
What can i do to come up with a final product?
In my mind, things are adding up.
Uncertainty is the only thing remotely making sense.
In my mind, things are wrong, out of place.
Like objects constantly be move, or hidden.
Why are things the way they are?
What have i done for them to be this way?
When will there be any answers at all?
In my mind, two lists. Questions, Answers.
Questions are being added, and the list grows.
Answers, *hmmm* might as well throw that list away.
In my mind, thoughts of people in my life.
Everyone.
In my mind, thoughts of me.
Just me.
In my mind...
...nothing