Persistent Stars
No matter how hard we fall, we'll come back,
higher and brighter than before.
higher and brighter than before.
There's a boy in the sky. You can see him clearest in the night, his ivory skin glitters by the light of the moon. Light, wispy blonde locks twist around him in a halo, and his body stretches over cotton-candy clouds. The sight of him is so beautiful it brings me to tears. I’m awaiting the day in which he will awaken, and I hope he is awaiting it, too.
“Come to me… come to me,” I always call to him. Every night I let him know that I’m here--that I’m waiting. When he wakes, I will be filled with unimaginable euphoria. He has been the missing link in my life. With him, I’ll be complete. I know he is the one I need. It is hard to wait. Even if he’s only been here a few weeks, it feels like my time waiting has been an eternity. I wonder if it has felt this long for him, too, or if his slumber lets time dance around him but never touch him as it does for us. |
Yellow Happiness
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I Don't Know Where My Soul Is
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Find Your Way
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Stay Green
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Isn't She Lovely
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Stand up for yourself,
Counter the ice-wind's attacks, Stay green forever. Growth
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I’ve been left in the dark by the ones who cared…
Or better yet the ones I thought that cared. I was a hollow shell rich in depth, but poor in fulfillment. Surrounded by whispers and murmurs I could never unhear. The words they said would haunt me constantly. I’d often find myself waking up in the middle of the night in terror. Anxiety attacks were no stranger to me. Their words repeated over and over again in my head Lying awake at night Silence. Desolation. Total isolation. This was my life now This was what had become of it What had become of me. I had no way of stopping these rumors. As much as I’d ponder, I’d still end up finding no solution. There was no way out. The voices kept growing. The whispers got louder. The hurt grew deeper. I searched for comfort in other forms. First, I tried to find it in people. To my dismay, they all let me down just like I knew they would. I tried to find it in stories. Those stories just began to twist with my own. Finally, one day while cleaning out my garage, I found one of my father’s old records. The dusty old plaque enticed me for some reason. I’m not sure what it was about it. There was just something… or maybe even someone urging me to play it. I removed it from the cover and gently placed it on the record player. As the record spun, and the music began, I started to feel almost a sense of relief... The sweet words flowed so smoothly off the track. I’d never known words to embrace me like this before. All my negative feelings had turned to solace; The dark cloud that lived over me for months and wouldn’t let up had finally seemed to give out. I only had one thing to thank. The lullaby that had gotten me through it all. “Isn’t she lovely?” |