B-

M.

[yourelostinthevoid]

B-

I am so sorry that most of the letters I have written to you are sad.

But I will not lie to you.

I will not paint the paper yellow;

when the only color I have is blue.

M.

[yourelostinthevoid]

B-

I am afraid. I do not know what I am doing with my life. It is moving by so fast. I do not know what I want to do with it - yet I know what I should do with it. 

The tears rolled down my face.

A product of the storm occurring inside of my mind.

What is the meaning of life? Is there even a meaning? 

What is everyone searching for? What am I searching for?

What if it is nothing. What if there is nothing at the end?

That seems to calm me. I feel great peace in that. 

I feel safe in silence; for it has been chaotic my whole life.

M.

[yourelostinthevoid]

B-

Vibrant lights surrounded me

Flashing an array of colors

You and your smile next to me

The brightest light of them all

I hear the laughter

The occasional shrieks of fright

I feel the man-made breeze

Projecting off of the fair rides

You brought your camera

I remember the passion

That infiltrated your soul

It spilled out through your eyes

Honored to be your subject

Shamelessly posing for you

Intoxicated with your presence

Making me feel invincible

The rain came down from the sky

Our clothes were drenched

But it did not matter

You looked beautiful in the rain

Carnival lights dancing around us

The colorful hues illuminating

Off of our dewy skin

A candid feeling of joy

I wish I held your hand.

M.

[yourelostinthevoid]

B- 

I am so happy. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. You are one of my best friends. Whenever anything happens, I think of you first.

I think of you a lot more than whenever anything extraordinary happens

My brain even finds ways

To see the ordinary 

And immediately find something

So spectacular about it

I see beauty in everything 

Because I see you in everything

M.

[yourelostinthevoid]

B- Today I felt God. A feeling of complete enchantment. I have never been so blissfully detached from reality. Or maybe it was not detachment, but an interplay of energies.  They were embodied by the rain. The renewal of life has such a sweet smell to it, doesn’t it? The grass gave off rejuvenating shades of green. Such scenery can make the storm in my mind calm.  No more flooding - for now.  M.