Ross You're What?!

Thoughts

Mattthew POV

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

It's funny isn't it? The creatures that dance in my vision only to disappear with my train of thought to be forgotten as soon as they are thought of. The people that talk to me as I glace at their faces as I learn about the struggle that is life, I learn that I am different.

I dreamed I held you in my arms

The dreams that are held in one mind can be a phyliscopical trip through a persons deepist fears and secrets and make them disgusted with themselves to such an extent that they would liquid injected into them so they could feel comftorale in their own skin and not the skin they were born with. Those people only wish to feel comftorbale with themselves. Some want to sing, some draw some might even write as a sorce of relaxing or copping mechanism.

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

It's an interesting melody ins't it? To tell to your sleeping child a bittersweet reminder of how we were given life while other were lost in the depths of our subconscious. How some don't make it past the kiss of life and only succumb to the darkness that welcomed them, is it not funny how we tend to take the simplist things in life for granted so only when they are ripped away from us that they can truly be appricated

So I hung my head and I cried.

But it also tells us about the struggle to cope with human emotions, human nature to experiment and hurt those in our path. To test how much it hurts to touch an open flame, to lick a substance that is beyond our understanding just to test the waters of early life. To test how far love can stretch before it snaps leaving the love broken into two pieces that could never heal, maybe with another's love but not with their own.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

A purple man sat in the corner twirling a silver knife with the patience of a rock waiting for its next prey to stumble upon its grasp, to be skinned and eaten and the for its decomposing remains to feed the soil that will bear nutrients for prey to once again eat and to stumble upon the hunters grasp. The endless cycle of death and life is balanced, one red one blue.  Purple must exist in-between to ease them into each other so they can coexist peacefully, so they don't upset the delicate balance between life and death.

You make me happy when skies are gray

A women in a white toga gown held a scale in one hand and a gleaming gold sword in the other, her body and face looked like it was carved out of a perfect marble to create the fairest being, over her eyes was a black blindfold that kept her personal opinion from affecting the delicate balance between justice and favoritism. Her body moved slowly as if she was floating above the ground waiting to be told of a trial that was deemed tainted or unfit for her to confirm or deny waiting to serve her people.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

A wolf stood above its pack, head held high as hunters nearby took aim at the majestic animal as it looked after the sick and wounded in its tightly sew together comunite. The father of the pack their leader and their symbolish of hope and survival. The hunters held their breath and the gun fired, the bang followed by the fall of a star. The wolf feel of its pedasil the hunters turned and left their so called threat dealt with. Fear had consumed these men so they killed what they didn't understand.

Please don't take my sunshine away

The birds watched from the sky as the wolf fell beneath their wings, the pack looked up into the moonlight sky and howled a haunting song in the memories of their lost leader. The birds flew in circles as they scanned the scene of the dead wolf behind them. The stars cried as another beautiful creature fell to the knowing pit of fear and the unknown, the forest created an orchestra of sounds as a memoir to their fallen brother.