If I meet you in Greece, I hope it'll be in Delphi
So you and I can talk about things honeymooners don't often discuss
For you are political and you've studied religions
While I am still learning and looking for directions
And I hope we'll meet in the month of October
So we can catch the summer light and sound shows on the Acropolis
At the hill and the Parthenon, perhaps creating our own Sound of Music
But if we don't meet in Greece..
Well, I don't want to think about not meeting!
-PRK-
Your existence is a euphoria to my quiet world
Like the silky strum of a guitar
And the solo saxophone in Careless Whispers
But if you don't see me tomorrow
Just know that you've changed my life
Just know that I longed to be next to you
And that I want to share with you the little luxuries I have
The songs I wrote,
The lingering thoughts I have about you
And the stories I never told you
If you don't see me tomorrow
Just know that I miss you always
-PRK-
When you walked away,
My world fell apart
I saw smoke, shattering walls
And I tried to understand the screaming terror
The screaming inside of me that went louder continously
And I looked at the wall
Looked outside my bedroom window
Looked to my left, my right
The ceiling
The fan was spinning fast
But really, I was staring at nothing
I was looking for answers
Longed hard for explanations
But the more I dwell, the deeper I dig
The closer I got to the prickly coldness of fear
And inexplicable terror
Just stabbing into my flesh,
Cramping my stomach
And I prayed, I tried to pray
But I couldn't utter my words
I couldn't gather my strength
I couldn't for one minute, separate myself from the darkness
My heart, my mind, my soul
My body, but all of me was not there
I lost my senses
And I fell asleep
Why you, among millions?
-PRK-
