I think that romance is for the bored, the boring, and the broken. But mostly the broken. Most people are broken, and they need someone to make them complete.

Do you see the shadows creeping into the edges of day?
As Winter presses down, and Summer runs away?

Sad eyes full of lies, Foggy days full of questions, Musical notes full of bullets, Night shattered by day's empty light.

Happiness like words
Coming into your heart so simply
Like the songs of birds
Coming to your ears so sweetly
Simplicity and felicity
Cradling your soul like the fluffy clouds
Cradle the sun

Things never last
haven't you noticed
so hard to bear
so hard to hold this

things die
vitality withers
slipping away
with a few last shivers

Rivulets of light
pouring through onto the
green expanse of the world
shadows of clouds wading in the blue
of the sky
swallows diving and twirling and tumbling graceful
like ribbon-creatures
what if it was suddenly gone?
would you notice?

Life is blue
Like the light you would see
From the bottom of the sea
Unreal, so clear
The tincture of melancholy

The amazing thing about moving alot is how fast the new place becomes familiar. Before you know it, its home.

Mortar and bricks
Glass and concrete
Marble and bronze
Architecture uplifted
The art of wasting space?
The will of the epoch?
The divine put into being?
It means all the same.

It's ok to be different in today's society as long as you retain a few points of commonality with your age group peers. Otherwise, you will be stamped early on as gifted, and be a misfit everywhere.