Moon.

Of all the things in the world,

Of swords and monsters,

Of fire and ice,

Loss of words,

And hopelessness,

A broken heart,

Or unheard confessions,

Of all the things in the world,

From your heartbeats,

To my drumrolls,

I've only ever lost myself,

To the sunrise,

I've only ever lost myself,

When I lost the moon. 

Of every sight I've seen,

Of all the colors in your eyes.

Of all the words you make me picture,

Of myself, falling into the sky,

Into nothingness,

Gliding with the clouds,

From where I was,

To where I've been,

I've only ever truly loved,

The shine in the night,

I've only truly lost myself,

To the beauty,

Of the moonlight. 

Million clocks.

Ticks of a millions clock,

They all went together,

I stood here,

And I waited,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

And every crisp sound,

Like the turning of a leave,

Turning stones,

I,

Just to see,

I closed my eyes,

Just to see you,

Where I've been waiting,

At every crisp sound,

I opened my eyes,

To never find you,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

But you never came,

Like summer rain,

You never came. 

Million clocks.

Ticks of a millions clock,

They all went together,

I stood here,

And I waited,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

And every crisp sound,

Like the turning of a leave,

Turning stones,

I,

Just to see,

I closed my eyes,

Just to see you,

Where I've been waiting,

At every crisp sound,

I opened my eyes,

To never find you,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

But you never came,

Like summer rain,

You never came. 

Untold vision.

I could swear the last thing I did was close my eyes, but here I was again,

I remember this place, I told myself as I felt the scratched, soaked trunk of a tree, I rubbed my palm across its scratches, as if recalling a battle within.

Rain drops sliding from the leaves made the only noise, and every step I took made a soft yet crispy breaking noise. 

And my hawk like eyes searched every corner, if there were any, to this endless darkness.

I remember this place, I told myself again, as I breathed in the scent of damp wood, seeped in the little moonlight and remembered this very breeze tickle the hair at the back of my neck,

"Is it you again?" I screamed, and heard myself echo. 

"I'm ready! Take me with you!" I demanded, fearful, yet certain.

And it was then, I saw myself, a much stronger, more mature, powerful vision of me, staring at me with horrific eyes and an emotionless face. 

Don't be scared, I told myself.

"How can you not be scared of who you are?" He replied, in a hoarse voice, a hoarse voice, that woke me up in cold sweat demanding to go back. 

I needed answers. 

Try and cry.

Sometimes I squint my eyes,

I try and cry,

To stop this trembling jaw,

This aching heart,

I find eyes,

Sincere and soft,

To read and discover,

I find corner of blood,

And walls of scratches,

To try and cry,

I squint my eyes,

And these eyes of millions,

Here and there,

Wherever I am,

Stop me from being me,

These eyes of millions,

Stop me from crying,

Stop me from being me. 

Moonlit.

It was then,

And it was there,

When I closed my eyes,

And visions of me,

Outside my body,

My soul how it glides,

Flirts with these clouds,

Settles for the moon,

In nights like these,

When I'm easily forgotten,

I jive on my own,

And I glide out,

Of myself,

My soul,

It loves and laughs,

Without me,

My soul finds happiness,

In the light of the moon.

When I was you.

I'm giving you my word,

I'm giving you my past,

I've seen you,

Being me,

I've seen myself,

In you and where you are,

I have been,

With the same heartbeats,

At all the same places,

Pulses that make you cry at night,

I've seen it all,

And felt myself torn,

Just like you right now,

I've been broken too,

And I stand here,

Give me your hand,

Let me tell you,

There is love for you,

Give me your hand.

Let me love you,

Like no one loved me,

When I was you.