The Wind Caresses My Hair,

The wind caresses my hair,

My hair is messed up.

The sun is seen fully naked,

My eyes cannot withstand its bright.

I am exhausted, my legs giving up on me.

Nevertheless I go on,

Like I always do.

I have a strong believe to always do what's right

Even if it is seen as unjustifiably

My belief stems from the failures of my parents

The trauma of my sister

And the betrayals of many friends

But sometimes it's hard

It will be you against the world

And you'll doubt

If you were right at all....

I crave you

I can feel it on my stomach

This empty hole that you're supposed to fill

The nostalgia that I can't remember but only feel

Your hands embracing me

Hugging all my imperfections

Your eyes full of stars

Your voice full of laughter

That makes me want to hear it a thousand times on repeat

I wish you were here

The little contact that we have today is fuelling my desire

We are so close

Yet so far away...

I want to raise a toast

To someone very dear to me

He won't question my actions

And head straight to the battlefield

If my body aches with pain he will bring my medicine and console me

He's the ideal person that I will never be able to become

He is not like the sun

He is more like the ocean and the rain that will dance on you no matter

The depth he carries may seem shallow sometimes

But it is yet at the crucial point in life that he shows his true colours

So I'd pike to raise a toast to my dearest

You have stood in front of me in times of need

You have stood next to me in times joy

And you have stood behind me in times of desperation

May the world be kind to you

As you've been to me

- your little sister

“We all must learn to be happy with being alone; that is when things begin to change.”

— Tyler Joseph

I once questioned my father about my mothers grief.

About how he felt about it since my mother wouldn't talk about it.

I asked,

How long will this feeling last?

And he answered,

The grief never goes away