Please, don't go. I need your light.

The sky and my soul are buddies, Yesterday they got coffee together. At the end I met them both, my soul returned home, but the sky had to go (to do laundry and stuff)... I could never understand, how can something as beautiful as sky remain hidden... I would love to take it home with me, that's how much love I carry around. If I could, I would take you home too. I would put you in a small pocket right next to my heart, so I could see the world the way you see it and I would let you hear every missing heartbeat of my swelling heart. You mean so much to me.

I think I love you... cause I am sad when you are sad. And my heart breaks everytime I see you hurt. I want to help you. But then I break myself a little more, cause I realise, I have no power over your demons.