falling slowly, eyes that know me.

blank page. think. think. think. of something. anything. i am yearning for something real to break me down.

words cross in and out of each other. of real thoughts(or maybe fake, but who cares, because they are mine). in and out of dreams and goals and times when i had something to live for. to look forward to. invert. invert. my moods push me in and out of happy and sad. miserable and ecstatic. snapping. drowning me with sorrow. some may even say disturbed thoughts travel through my brain. in and out. stay out. maybe it's just one sick and twisted game. this life of mine will play out and then where will i be? dissipate these bonds. these connections. maybe then i will be free. no. scratch that. i think it's just the opposite.

i dream of us floating. flying around clouds. no bodies. just souls. we'd be real. we'd be pure. we'd be true. in and out of feelings and emotions. love. affection. adoration. no hate. just love and devotion. drowning in feelings. drowning in wonderful way.

i'm trying to remember a time when i was truly happy. it doesn't really seem to matter. i still push through. forward. not backward. i figured it out. what i'm searching for. i'm looking for a pure soul. someone. someone with eyes that see me. that know me.