Where Tears Don't Fall
Floating in nothingness, a beautiful void Experiencing things God knows would end us. And thats why it's so pretty, so alluring in nature. An angler fish in an ocoan that's endless. Even though this death feals like the start of new life, tears roll down a warped face.. yet they merely pool where they're placed and float off with the stars cause tears don't fall in space. And even though I see you all, a green-blue ball of home, I'll be up here and always near
Stuck in a beautiful yet endless roam.










