in the most unexpected faces, i see changes.

How i look at life has changed indeed since the last time we spoke, my love. From fluffy clouds of pink and orange that filled our heads with lazy milligram dreams, to a crushing tide from unclear oceans. The sun shown brighter yesterday, of this i am quite certain, and it again will dim tomorrow. Until one day the sun will not shine at all.

I still feel you in the air when i see a crooked smile accompanied with blood shot eyes. Is it true still what we used to say, that love is the driving force of the soul? For in these dying days i feel as if it is something more sinister. Though truly what is more sinister than love? The constant struggle of the heart to gain and lose all at once.

Everywhere i look there are faces, all with different expressions. Some of love, some of lust, of hate, of sadness. My heart fills with paranoia at the thought of this being what you see too.

oh please close your eyes, close your eyes for me.

i used to dream in Polariods. Distorted frames of smiling faces, trickling with bittersweet memories. Maybe its a past life of which i am remembering, since i have yet to see these things in this life. but is it love or heartache that i recall, that my heart craves so desperately?

but now my dreams are vivid pictures. Not quite nightmares but they fill me with sorrow. They're too much like reality, taking away the safe haven of fantasies, leaving me with no place to hide.

My heart cries out,

but i simply cant bring myself to write about you.

i'll keep you trapped inside a trunk in my mind,

where all my secrets go to hide.