To A friend, a lost traveler, a born poet There were days we used to dance in the rain Do you remember, my sweetheart? How we got all wet How we didn't seem to care How the cold whispered to our bones How we told them not to listen Do you remember my love, dancing in the rain? How we closed our eyes How we moved under the dissaproving stares of strangers How their sighs became beautiful melodies only we could hear Do you remember? Cause nowadays there is a shiver in my bones And a heaviness in my heart That can only be washed away with a little dancing in the rain.
"When you are young, you think it’s going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close — as close as you can get — to another person only makes clear that impassable distance between you." “If being in love only made people more lonely, why would everyone want it so much?" “Because of the illusion. You fall in love, it’s intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like you’ve actually become one with the other person. Merged souls and so on. You think you’ll never be lonely again."
While we strive to figure out a way we can survive These trying times without losing our minds So if you wanna burn yourself Remember that I love you And if you wanna cut yourself Remember that I love you And if you wanna kill yourself Remember that I love you Call me up before you're dead We can make some plans instead Send me an IM, I'll be your friend
Life kicks you around sometimes. It scares you, and it beats you up, but there’s one day when you realize you’re not just a survivor. You’re a fighter. You’re tougher than anything life throws your way