Pain Less Happy More

Its like I speak to you without opening my mouth. I get lost in my thoughts and no words come out. But this is my communication. From all my black and white simplicities to color filled abstract exclamations. I create a picture perfect mural. Stretches wide and far. I smile inside and it warms my soul. Close my eyes, to always find a shooting star. Unnatural is this. Taking over and owns control, but fits. Fits so well, only you and I could tell. I pass the time so our time can be felt. So my heart can melt. So my eyes can water at the sight of you; joy taking my breath, I take hold of you. Writing is my therapy. Much better than the angry me. I get out all my emotions. Until you come around. Tap me on the shoulder. Whisper to me all those certainties I've been longing for. Being strong here for. Pain less, happy more. Hour, day, week, even in year three or four, I'll still see forever more. I know it so well like I've seen it before. With a different outcome, a rearrangement of scores. I captured all of what I set out to accomplish. At this present time, I left my mark, and have seen you realize my logic. Refresh mode. Newly kept clothes. Orderly conduct no more, yes, habits I left those. I am like a person now no one knows. Most importantly I can not be found, like an accordance of camo. I am certainly never out of this ammo. To write. To express feelings. To love. To fight. For you. This is true. My call remains through and through. Lucky enough will I be when my empty space is filled by you.