
A few facts here and there. Instinctively, you piece it together in a way that makes sense to you. From your perspective, you know that person.

They say it’ll be alright, ’cause hope is a comforting thing.
But what good is the light at the end of the tunnel, for the hearts that are aching?

We’ll sit all night to see
the fireflies fill the air.
Like a shower of confetti, swirling.
Till morning greets us, without a care.

can you hear the voices
of the storms in my eyes?
or can you hear
the melody of mischief
and chirpy delight?