If darkness is the absence of light
Silence the lack of sound
cold, to be without heat,
And sad, to be without happiness
Then why can I feel the sadness?
Why can I point to where it is inside of me?
Why can I feel it in my chest?
Why has the darkness became too bright?
Why does the silence make my ears bleed
And why does time continue to freeze on hot summer days?
Maybe I'm just an ocean
Full of tears
Without light given, it becomes the darkest place one can see
You were my light
My heat
My music
My happiness
My ocean's demons, swimming freely
Because my demons do not drown
I cannot our scream them
But if I cry enough
I empty the water
And they suffocate
A fish out of water
If I am the absence
How am I still present?
How am I alive?
Am I alive?
Or am I just the side effect of your absence?
