Every living creature on earth dies alone

Who knows what you mean to me now?
You're like the moon, always there; always on my mind.
And you're so damm beautiful.
But maybe,
you're just a big rock. floating in space.
Maybe you're not mystical. maybe you're nothing but dusk.
Maybe not the magic kind,
maybe?

And maybe i have no clue where i am going with this,
and i just need to just sort it out.
But the image of your eyes clouds my own vision
of where i stand and where i am heading.
And i am just lost