Atrocious Thoughts

I never planned such a life.
One that would speak to me through visions of love and happiness. To sit and wonder about the little sweet nothing's that someday would caress the tunnel to my heart.
To feel so alive yet want to wander off into a pit of nothing, just to be with you.
Sometimes at night, the stars align just perfectly in your path, giving me a sense and desire to find the hope and desperation to want to find you. And as the lenses get cloudy and the warm drops lower down the sides of my face and fall into the earth , that sense is gone.
The visions are blinded with the self reluctant persecution of my own warmth.
But as the lines in my skin absorb the sorrow from my face, the light inside me flickers. Someday a genuine heart will rid of these atrocious thoughts. The way the world spins will, in some near or distant future direct me to the luminous points above me and the watchful eyes that soar the sky, they will carry on the existence of my heart.