That's Right.

It makes me smile when I see how completely right I am.
It makes me smile more when others notice too.

...

The saddest thing
is death
because
it's
The End

Deep in the Darkest Night.

Deep in the darkest night
When there's no spark of hope,
We must be points of light
Piercing the darkness;
Bright as the dazzling stars
In an indifferent sky.
And in our cruelest hour when the hope is gone,
We'll raise our heads
And we'll journey on.

Deep in the Darkest Night - Dracula: The Musical

Sorry for just posting lyrics from musicals in the last two posts. I'm not just doing it randomly, there is reasoning behind it.

The memory of the wonderful sound of their voices filling the theatre as they stood on the staircases and on the stage singing that part of that song will never leave me. For some reason, I really enjoyed that. It made me feel... full, content?

Willy Wonka.

Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination.
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination.

We'll begin with a spin,
Traveling in a world of my creation.
What we'll see
Will defy explanation.

If you want to view paradise,
Simply look around and view it.
Anything you want to, do it.
Want to change the world,
There's nothing to it.

There is no place I know
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there you'll be free,
If you truly wish to be.

...

You will find in your mind
There's a world of endless fascination;
No more fun place to be
Than your own imagination.

You can dream any dream,
You can savor every situation.
Life in there's
A sensational sensation.

If you want to see magic lands,
Close your eyes and you will see one.
Wanna be a dreamer, be one,
Any time you please,
And please save me one.

There is no place to go
To compare with your imagination.
So go there to be free
If you truly wish to be.

My Fantasy?

Is this really real,
Or am I just living in an imaginary world again?
Is this a dream?
Is this my reality;
My fantasy?
What is this?
I can't tell if it's true or not.
Is this all fake?
Have I fallen into a trap;
Deep in a hole that I can't climb out of?
Or am I still standing on the surface of this Earth,
Waiting for my time to fall?
I don't know.
I just don't know.

Hold My Hand.

My hands feel lost without yours to hold onto.
The spaces between my fingers feel so empty without your fingers intertwined with mine.
The palm of my hand and the sides of my fingers grow cold from the wind rushing past them without your hand warming it all up.
My hand will reach out for yours the next time we meet, so it can feel right again.
It will be perfect.

Drifting..

You're floating away across the world.
Soon we'll be seas apart.
How will we make our way,
Find our way,
Back to eachother?
Or are you over me,
Done with me,
Waving your final goodbye to me
As your body becomes a tiny dot on the horizon?
I'll miss you,
I miss you.
Please don't go.
I'm reaching out for you,
Just grab my hand and I'll pull you back to shore.

Laying in the Grass.

I let my body drop to the ground gently, relieving my feet after hours of walking.
I quickly wave my hands above the ground, feeling the heat radiating off of the ground and covering my hands in warmth.
Laying down on the soft grass feels so nice.
I stare up into the pure blue sky without my glasses; never had I seen such a beautiful blue sky.
If I glance over to the right, I can see the sun peeking through the trees, distributing light to make pretty patterns on the ground.
I can hear the birds chirping in the distance, singing me a lullaby.
I close my eyes.
When I awake, bright white stars are scattered across the night sky.
A crescent moon shines across my face, giving the illusion that I have a pale complexion.
A cool breeze sweeps itself across my body, and attempts to steal my hair away.
As I close my eyes once again, a small smile spreads across my face.