All that I ask

Gravity pulls and

We fall from the clouds

We prove to each other

That we're both human now

The time that we spent

Trying to make sense

Of it all

All that I'm asking for

Is that you need nothing more

And nothing comes in between

Our love and it's fragile, see

All that I'm asking for

You're all that I'm asking for

Now we walk together

Knowing where we've been

Knowing mistakes are being mistaken again

It's in the past tense

There is no making sense of it now

All that I'm asking for

Is that you need nothing more

And nothing comes in between

Our love and it's fragile, see

All that I'm asking for

You're all that I'm asking for

In the still of your hands

Anything can happen now

With every beat of my heart

Love speaks in silence

In the still of your hands

Anything is possible

With every beat of my heart

The time that we spent

Trying to make sense, of it all

All that I'm asking for

Is that you need nothing more

And nothing comes in between

Our love and it's fragile, see

All I'm asking for

Is that you need nothing more

And nothing comes in between

Our love and it's fragile, see

All that I'm asking for

You're all that I'm asking for

Amnesia

People say having Amnesia is devastating. That uncertainty about everything, not knowing what or who you can trust. Suddenly you have no frame of reference. We are all creatures of our past, more or less. We act out of references from similar situations. We know this causes pain, that brings rewards. If you have amnesia, how would you know? Every experience is new and terrifying. That's what they say.

I think there is something worse. Waking up to find that your entire past was a lie. Your memories are in-tact, but all the references we've built up were fabricated by someone else. Things you thought you knew for a fact are no longer true. You cannot fall back on memories and reassuring "truths" - they don't exist. They were all faked. How do you go on? How do you respond to any situation, knowing that your natural reaction and learned tactics are useless? It is a kind of torture, hanging in limbo. There is no guarantee on anything anymore and you wander around feeling like you are adrift in the sea. You don't know where land is anymore - the beach you see before you could be just another mirage. So many things have proven themselves to be lately. You drift and drift, getting so tired. Your muscles ache and there is a deep-down tiredness that makes you just want to give up. Give up and sink. At least death is never a lie - the end is the end. But this life, of exertion without the promise of reward takes all of you. It drains your soul.

We all live on hope, to some extent. What do you do when there is none left? When you can't trust anything? How do you cope? Is there even a way?

Amnesia seems like a sweet dream. Forgetfulness, not knowing about the lies and not having your whole world proven false. There is simply nothing... from which you can build a new life and build new memories.

Storm

How long have I
been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form.
Water's getting harder to tread
with these waves crashing over my head.

If I could just see you,
everything will be alright.
If I'd see you,
the storminess will turn to light.

And I will walk on water
and you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
and everything will be alright.

I know you didn't
bring me out here to drown.
So why am I 10 feet under and upside down?
Barely surviving has become my purpose,
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface