Universe

When you believe in the universe, melancholy sparkles.
It hurts at first, but then you believe in it.
You believe in everything.
You believe in yourself, in your present and future,
You believe in your past.

Those shadows on the walls,
those ghosts are real,
but they aren't living.
They have no breath left in their lungs.
They are only shadows.
Shadows that the universe casts,
upon dimly lit surfaces,
hard and forsure surfaces.
And it is a truth in front of you.

I will always remember how your face looked,
as it slept in dreams next to mine.
I will always remember how your skin felt,
inbetween my fingers and nails.
I will always remember you in Colorado,
during the thunderstorm,
on the forth of july,
and you with your guitar.

I will miss the love we make.
I'll miss how your body swayed my insides.
I will miss how you made my heart beat,
and my body forget
all the suffering its spent.

You sweet loving man.
You sweet loving man.
We are forever.
At least the important parts,
the parts the universe wants us to realize,
and never forget.

I believe we will always exist.
Because I believe we were always meant to be.
I dont understand a lot of things,
but a lot of things are bigger than merely understanding.
Its just a feeling.
Its just a really big feeling.