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I recently moved from the Northern US all the way to the Southern region. And then from where I was into a new apartment too. My family doesn't think too much of me because of my appearence and long hair and that I've made very close friends with the person who heavily influenced my art. They try to convince me that she is all in the mind, but I feel that she is just as real to me as God is to everyone else, if that makes the least bit of sense. I don't know, I really want to move back North though because I really miss the cold weather and snow.
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As I laid my weary eyes
Across the open sea
My heart to die
My soul soon to free
In the stars so far in space
Before the setting sun
I looked upon her gleaming face
Upon the red horizon
I reached her far, far out
To touch her in the sky
Yet then I had my doubts
So I failed to further try
I then felt a tear
Go streaming down my cheek
I had just begun to fear
There was no use to even seek
And so my aching heart died
For my long lost friend
But then I simply realized
I would never see her again
--me
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