So far away, the distance at hand could kill a thousand hearts...
Only available through speach, sound and sight...
The ocean of everything inbetween is almost worth drowning in...
The sound of the water and earth crashing over my head...
I just want it to never end...
As I hear your voice, faint and distant...
Almost close enough for the wind to carry it to my ears...
I want the sound to envelope my head, my thoughts and stay with me forever...
Forever in my box where I count away the days...
Marking them down, until I no longer remember what I'm counting on...
Or remember my own name, only who you are and how I feel...
Pound the nails, crack the lid slightly...
Let some light in, as I bottle up your essence...
Or what I imagine you to be...
I want to paint your picture...
Paint you as the world...
Your eyes would be the stars...
Your heart would be the sun...
And you, you would be my universe...
Forever playing with these planets I dedicate to you...
Every blackwhole is like a birthmark...
Forever there, forever a mystery...
New days, new beginnings and new faith...
Not necessarilly religion, but something deeper to believe in...
