and then there are some days when the Ocean makes me want to cry. its depth. oh the beautiful and sad. things. i won’t share my secrets with u. i already told ’em to the Moon. the faster i do it, the less it will hurt. i thought so. the problem is. the moment i killed u, a part of me died too. well, i guess i was just being myself. not only my brown eyes now open. u have to cut it open, [perhaps even] be a little broken on the inside. some kind of force that runs through your energetic body until it eventually reaches your own body. in flesh and bones. did i miss the signs? what was the Universe tryin’ to tell me? were the numbers talking to me? sending me angels from above? clues i didn’t follow? what were they singing? change of Winds. this morning i could feel, hear. heal. whispers in my face. blow in my favor. all i have to do is flow. just like the blue birds. wait, this song i do know. have patience, have faith. praying that the spark in my eyes doesn’t make me go blind. and the fire i was born with doesn’t burn the ones i’m in love with. and if i am to burn something down, may it be the whole town, just so i can light it up. praying for the day my flames turn into gold. just to make u glow. u can’t give what is mine to someone else. shadows, lights, fire, desire, and everything else u cannot touch. Passion u can’t control. out of touch