"...this is the grace that only we can bestow. this is the price you pay for loss of control. this is the break in the bend,this is the closest of calls. this is the reason you're alone, this is the rise and the fall..."
-from "Okay I believe you, but my Tommy Gun don't" by Brand New-

the sun is shining
or maybe it's an illusion
maybe our minds create sunshine.
maybe everything is consumed by darkness
and we will all die alone in the end

i saw a man with the universe in his hands
his eyes wide with wonder and awe
the man saw everything all in one moment
all of the hope that this universe possesses
all of the sadness and hatred ceized to exist

the man blinked and the sun dissapeared
he began to cry
realizing that it was indeed an illusion
the universe is not full of sunshine
and his heart died that day

but in that one moment
when his eyes glistened like crystals
all sadness of this universe seemed to dissapear
i never got the man's name; but it wasn't important
happyness, pure happyness is rarely enjoyed these days

but the rare glimpses of happyness
remind me of that man
and his childlike wonder
and i cherish that moment
even in this world so full of hatred