I go to quiet places
when I don't want to be quiet
Maybe I do want to be quiet
but I don't want to be quiet
I go somewhere where I can be alone
but I don't want to be alone
yet I am alone in these moments.
I write about my lonliness. My openness. My closeness
Yet while I'm here I'm alone.
I don't always want to be alone.

The essense of character is there
There is the fine line of existance
But that's all that's there
You have the concept
Just not the substance

So many things make up your identity
What you can't do though is identify
You write a letter to somewhat important to you
But are you important to them

Welcome back to this character building experience
The experience is what characterizes you.

I don't know what I'm talking about sometimes
Sometimes you don't know either
I use my voice, even when it isn't strong enough.
I have to be heard! You have to hear me!
You might not like what I say.
You might not even care.
But I', the one who cares. I'm the one who's talking.

Let me hug you. Let me kiss you. Let me put my arm around you.
I didn't ask for these things. I wish I could.
Let me approach you. Let me talk to you. Let me know you.
I wish I could ask you, but I am afraid.
Let me show affection. Let me love you.
Am I allowed to do that? Is that wrong?

I am the observer of a circle. Its fire shines toward me.
I love the illumination, the brightness it displays toward me.
My mind is now empty, so I feel the circle has cleaned my thoughts.
I don't feel good or bad as I am just empty.
I shall return at another time, but the circle has had its purpose.

This position is now familiar. I've been here before.
My sadness is no longer creeping on me.
I sit on my bed without light through the night
but tonight, my emotion is lacking.
I wish there was more on my mind, but I'm fine
The light might be crying but I am not dying.
I remain sitting here. I'm still thinking.

Originality means absolutely nothing when you cannot share it.
You find something that's amazing, something wonderful
yet where's the wonder when it's limited to you?
I'd love to share. I'd love you to share with me.
But you're not around right now, although I wish you were
I'll try to share it with you, but then it might be too late.

It's quiet down here. Nobody's around.
I feel lucky to have this silence.
But I can't remain here. I can't stay like this.
If I stay here too long, the pleasure of the quiet will turn into loneliness.

Once again its cold out here but I've felt this before
There is no wind but there's a chill. I guess I'll go inside.
Sadness ain't destroying me as I still have a smile
I look upon this revelation as I am now inside.

I wish for things all the time,
but what does a a wish entail?
How do you make a wish?
How do you execute your dreams?
Is there a special procedure?
Who do you ask?
Are your goals reasonable,
or do you need magic?
I have my wishes.
I have my dreams.
Maybe one day, they'll come true.

High above the rest of the world
maybe they understand me
Perhaps there's a place where I don't feel alone
Perhaps there's a place where I can feel I'm home
Maybe they'll understand me.
Maybe she'll understand me.

I dream of the day that she'll fall in love with me
before I do
I long for the day that she'll think about me
before I do
I spend my life waiting for that day
but do I wait too long as I don't feel this love
but I know it will come and I hope she will smile
before I do

Sometimes I have the tendency to repeat my thoughts.
I continue to write about the same things over and over again.
Something is on my mind
but I remain silent.
I don't know if I should reveal my trouble
but time is running out.

And I thought she was lost, almost as I am.
To see the sadness in her beautiful eyes'I wish I could help. Oh I wish I could help.
Maybe we'd share our pain.
However I cannot say.
I don't know if she is lost, I don't know.
Maybe the sadness only reflects on my own
I wish I'd ask her many questions. I'd love to know many things.
Maybe we'd share our concerns.
However I cannot say.
I don't know her as well as I'd like to.
I'd love to know her very well.
Maybe we'd make each other happy.
However I cannot say.

Sense of humor. I value my own.
Even when nobody agrees with me, I try to smile.
I must smile. I cannot fail.
To keep on living, we must keep on laughing.

What an accomplishment this may have been.
I won't know for a while
I don't know how big it will be
but until I find out
I guess I will return to life.

With a bit of sadness
and a little happy light
may we might understand our life
Its hard to understand
if we are doing right
Help me find my place in life

You don't know you rejected me
You don't know you broke my heart.
You don't know you hurt my feelings.
You don't know you crushed my dreams.
You don't think that I can tell you.
I won't tell you how I feel
I don't feel well.
I don't feel happy.

Hello.
I just wanted to tell you I love you.
It may be hard for you to understand.
It is hard for me to try to tell you
but I love you.

One day, i got out of my bed,
realizing my membership of this world but not my actual place
I felt good, but somewhat shaky here.
There are times I want to deny my connection
but the ability to live each day is a gift.

I didn't grow up slow.
I grew up differently.
I am mature in the ways others aren't.
In the way others are mature, I am not.
Can we share who we are?
Can we share what we know?

If I made you smile
I'd make you happy
I'd make you care
It would be wonderful
I'd make myself cry
I'd make myself happy
If I only made you smile

This is not the moment. This is not today.
This is not my place. This is not my dream.
This is not my time. This is not my year.

Through this world I walk around
with light and with its dark.
I see the stars I see the sun
I see the night I see the life
The sun is beautiful, and so is the sun's world.

Absence of the sun
means absence of the light
there's something missing
a lack of feeling
oh if there was some warmth
I wouldn't be so cold

I don't dream about her
Not allowed to
She's not worth the dreaming
Dreams are beautiful
so is she
I'd dream about her
I'd dream around her
But I dream well
not enough to follow up
When I wake up.

Sometimes it feels like a darkness which reaches my eyelids
That covers me from all which is wrong
Which blocks me from what is right
It protects me from everything
It distances me from the world
Free me from this darkness.

Too much is written about the sun
yet not much is written enough
Who can't appreciate the sun?
How could you ignore what we have.