"Why do you look so sad at night"
"What?"
"When you lean out your window at night, when you smoke, why do you always look so sad?"
"The street light turns them pink at night."
"What?"
"the flowers"
" you mean the big yellow ones outside your bedroom window?"
"Yes. And when I see them against the stars In the sky, it feels like I'm in an other world. A dreamscape. A hole other planet where there's just this tree, covered in pink peddles and there's just stars all around me. It's a beautiful lonely dream. All alone. Total peace.
But the longer a look, they start to turn back. To yellow i mean. And that's beautiful to but it's not... It's not my dream. And that's why I'm sad. Because the longer I try to hold on to my dream, the more I see it drift away. Until I'm back in this world again. Starring out my bedroom window trying to hold on to something that doesn't even exist. It's just so sad you know?"
"Well your eyes get used to the dark I guess. It's not worth getting upset over tho is it? I mean, it's just flowers."
"It's not just flowers. It's my escape. My own dream. How would you feel if every night you cold see something wonderful, something that you dream about and every night, you have to see it slowly slip away?"
"Probably pretty depressed..."
"I dream of things that doesn't exist. And even tho it's not real, it slips away every night. That's why I'm sad"

When you're standing underneath the night sky
and all you see is thousand, millions of stars all around you
shining in your eyes, bright as the sun
How can you tell me we are all alone in this wast universe?

"You know that feeling? That feeling like your stomach twists itself in to a knot that’s impossible to unravel. I often mistake it for hunger. That’s why I eat so much I guess. But I know the feeling and I know why it’s here. It haunts me almost every day and it has been haunting me sense I was a little child.

It’s this feeling of absolute loneliness. Even if you know that you’re not alone. You’re actually sounded by friends and family that loves you, but there’s a small whispering voice in your head that tells you lies. It whispers in your ear that nobody really cares. It’s that little voice that makes you drive away the people you love and keep your distance. It tries it hardest to make you believe all the things that it sees and the only solution you can find to drowning it out, is to empty that whiskey bottle you hid in the corner.

After that you’re numb. You lie down and stare at the celling. The room around you is quiet, except for that infernal ticking clock. But eventually. that goes away as well.

So you lay the in the nothingness you created for yourself. Thinking about all the people you lost and how alone you really are. All because of that voice. All because that little whisper that told you you’re not really good enough. You don’t deserve to be loved."