i wonder if anyone really notices or are the ideas and fantasies in my consciousness are merely my own i wounder if anyone really knows that i love them or that i have the ability to love them but my own fear is the only thing that holds me back i wonder if i will ever be able to let go of this fear and let the world break my heart i wonder if i ever will fly to the top of the world or if i was never destined to do so i wonder if somehow i missed my opportunity the opportunity to die the opportunity to love the opportunity to be the kind of person worth love the person that i want to be and that i imagine everyone else wants me to be I SAW YOUR SOUL LAST NIGHT ILLUMINATED BY THE MOONLIGHT AND CAUGHT IN A WATER BOTTLE HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL WHEN YOU WERE SEEN IN SUCH A LOW PLACE DO YOU FEEL LIKE ME DO YOU WANT TO DIE BEFORE ME WOULD YOU LET ME LOVE YOU WOULD YOU MAKE ME DISAPPEAR