someone you’ve probably never met before
Moving objects all around — Facing the dizziness head on.Creating that sweet lull of emptiness.
Through understanding the vacuous times,And with that knowledge comes a price.
Looking through the ice cold panes.Listening to the echoes of emptiness.
A wave of remembrance embracing my soul,Creating that sweet nostalgia that I cherish —
Covered up; safe, warm.Storms no match for these bright eyes.Fighting with most ease.