The Sun, the Stars, the moon.

It's hard to admit you're in love with someone... when you're so unsure if you even love yourself.

yet, when the person you're in love with, makes you feel beyond beautiful, beyond wanted, and loved, then  it's different.

You allow me to feel free, yet safe.
and you make me feel like there's nothing else.. just you and i.

i love it when i look at things, and not only think man, that sure is an interesting painting. or man, these stars are beautiful. But i think about how you would think of them. how amazing you would find the stars, and how intriguing you would find that paint on that canvas to be.

I love that even when you're so far away, when i hear your voice you feel so close.
and i feel so warm. and i close my eyes, and clear the burdens of the day from within, and allow you to capture me.

without even trying, you've got me.

i'm not just wrapped up in the arms of lust and sugar coated feeling.
this is real.

i love that you laugh at me, instead of point out how fucking weird i am.
i love that i can laugh with you, when you describe the funniest of things.
i love your indifference's, because they only make you perfect.

but, even though i'll forever try so hard to convey how much i love you, it will never be enough.
these words will create a flutter in your heart.
and it may linger with you throughout the day.
but normality will return.

however, i'll never stop loving you. ever.
this heart will never stop beating for you.

Sail away with me baby.

there is no sense in pretending, baby break down it's all-right.
your look gives you away.
and you insist on sinkin' so deep, and you say to me baby please
and i say i can't take it no more, and i
break down, baby i break down.

'cause i don't know, i don't know who i am...
with out you.
and i don't know, no i don't know who i am without you baby.
can we just
sail away?
just sail away with me baby.

and take me through what it is you feel.
baby walk me through the vast old fields.
it's all-right baby, i'm not afraid of runnin'.
take me through the night, i'm standin' here honey.

it's all-right.
it's all-right.
it's all-right.

we've got one foot in the future, and one foot in the past.
we're aware of the danger, but it don't phase us.
and we're falling awake, dreaming of our day.
i'm cryin' out baby, it's the way it goes, but i need you because i don't know...

'cause i don't know, i don't know who i am...

with out you.

and i don't know, no i don't know who i am without you baby.

can we just sail away?

just sail away with me baby.

it's all-right.
it's all-right.
you're all-right.

Nothing is Nothing.

Nothing is nothing, and he would say she is nothing.
yet, in november when he waves his cigarette in the air, no longer held down by chains of commitment, he praises the rain.
And i'll pour the sugar in the bowl, sugar then flour. white - pure - virginity.
and mixed together, substances will provide a plan for the afternoon.

We would wait while the sugar and flour coincide, and we would forget what human existence smelled like.
the pine- green - scared and unsure.
and we would wait longer.
he would tell me to wait.
you are nothing, just wait. 
and as the two powders became one, and moss formed over the stove, white lights left unplugged, we became one.
Substances became of order, and he seemed to see who i was.
he seemed to see my whole life, under the eyes of one larger than him.
through the mind of some unknown god, some figure of glorification.

and together we were something.
nothing no longer, yet unsure. like the pine - green and scared.

i wore white- pure and virginal.
and i could hear chanting from the stove.
as if the bricks above it could speak, and tell us a story about life itself.
about sailing ships, and tidal pools.

there are flies in our web, and were crawling with confusion.
were crawling to find out where we are.
it wasn't an hour i could argue, or a minute i couldn't understand.
we fell asleep under blankets and warm sheets.

smelling like pine and dreaming white dreams, of nothing and something.