Who What Where When Why How....

Who knows where a rainbow starts?

What does a wave feel when its about to break?

Where do a rain drops turn to snow?

When does a hurricane know when its gonna spin?

Why does lightning need the ground?

How does an avalanche feel before it falls?

Here Comes Goodbye

I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And it's not like him to drive that slow, nothing's on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell
He usually comes right in, now I can tell

Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry

Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
And he was right here in my arms tonight
But here comes goodbye

Alone

Always have I set out to be alone. Then I met you.

What is the definition of perfection? Is it you? Does my affection have to be unrequited?

The characteristics that society may deem to be imperfection are to me the very things, I dare say, love about you the most.

Maybe I'm meant to live this life a loner;

But at least for a moment I truly felt love.

Putting these thoughts out into the Universe...

My head is in the Stars.
And, while I am not entirely here, I know I am not there.
I ache inside, from being in two impossible places, at once.
I dream while awake and at night, I find myself longing for that place I once was.
A little bit more alone in this world I wake to find myself.

I won't spend another night alone....

Unfortunately, it's is a lie. Tonight will be another night alone. Alone is the only way I've ever known. If you're reading this, then I'm sure you've had your share of loneliness too. I swore when I moved to this city that I would not be alone anymore. But maybe it's just the way I was meant to be. I suppose it doesn't help that I have low tolerance for people these days.

I think I can last about another year here. Then it's off to adventure somewhere else. Maybe even a different country. I have experienced a fair amount in my life so far, but all those experiences mean a lot less when there is no one to share them with. I miss having that special connection with someone.

This is to hoping maybe we'll find what we're looking for. Someday.

PS:Why is 'no one' two words and 'someone' is one word?