I sit there, thinking. Never really just about one thing, it's always like a fucking disaster going on in my head. Oh but there are good things that go on up there. Like you; you are the good in my thoughts, my dreams in the dark nights. It's funny because you once told me that even on the coldest, darkest nights you would fill my smile with happiness. I guess you were right; Your golden brown eyes looking into my dark blue eyes, making all the pain go away, making everything around me disappear besides the bright light of shinning gold.
Sometimes, if I see certain things, like the falling rain from a screaming thunderstorm, or the tears from your golden eyes, thoughts in my head overcome the good. The disaster becomes to powerful and tears apart my happiness. My sight goes dark, my days become grey, and my thoughts become deathly; It hurts trying so hard to handle everything going on in this big disaster.
There's a cure though; and its you, with those golden brown eyes.
