Im never writing to myself, its always been a letter to the universe, if They could hear my thoughts. to you? which you may never receive ,if only by cause. or my final notice,which I never really know what I would say. But  I know now understanding is never really quite enough, sure they understand,does this mean I’m not alone then why is it so cold in this heart, I call home.  if it’s worth trying. ?I know it’s not enough which I why I should stop writing to you. It’s hopeless, Im hopeless. I don’t wanna be the reason, I don’t wanna cry. cause when I dream, I rarely know what it means. where is the night? I’m a failure, a lot of beautiful things die. tears have drowned me, life has crumble in my hands, Im a murder to my own mind. Those sandy dreams are lost out sea, the most beautiful things I’ve felt Dashed out into space. It’s getting harder, to be who I was,who am i? I keep wondering what I would write, to say goodbye. who would care,who matter’s to me. Truth is only the universe knows.  I wish I could show you, all my dreams, all for nothing The world I see through my eyes it makes me wanna cry, to know you. to know me. I don’t wanna hold you back, I swear I’m a burden  who just wants to hold you and cry. when you listen, listen through the wind. I whisper softly. I’ll show you what I couldn’t. I’ll show you what I’ve learned. all my mistakes. should i? why?