Subtle wisps of cloud hang above the treetops,
inching quietly along the ocean of the air...

The chords strum lost sadness,
reverberating through a medium of color...

I can't think.
This mask muffles the sounds...

This boy, I have not met
he seems to capture me, my mind...

So the beauty of the world
lies in the sheer splendor...

The dark side of the moon has never looked...
the trees never seemed taller, or their leaves...

If you toss your standards to the wind,
the obstacles and demons that used to know you...

Step into my soul.
The area you consume in me...

It is strange how the simplest
of gestures can mean so much...

I hate him.
I hate everything he's caused in my life...

I'm picturing this yellow post-it note,
that grasps the stem of the rose...

Walk past me again,
just once more...