It’s warm, comforting, and quiet,
It’s also cold, deceiving, and desolate.
It’s a place where my thoughts run wild,
It’s where my body feels like its been exiled.
Why is it so comforting being alone?
In a place where you think you have full control.
Yet the weight of it all feels like a gigantic stone,
Where its only you and a small piece of your soul.
_Knock knock knock!_
They try to enter, but...
Our minds are connected, yet so far apart.
I’m searching, endlessly…
For any glimpse I can catch from the cosmos of your art.
Can you see me?
We’re in two different universes, ALONE.
One with a sun, a moon, and hope;
The other, empty, cold, and unknown.
This feeling is sharper than a knife.
I know you see me, please see me.
I’m floating in the vastness of space like a feather.
One day I’ll fin...
