Remember the time I bought you a piano in hopes that you'd express all those things that need to be said but your mouth would never utter.. through your music, you found ways to speak the unspeakable. I used to find it so amusing how your words would never get to me but your lyrics and your melody constantly resonated some where deep inside my mind. They're all buried deep inside my head in an archive that I've lost many times but seem to recover, rather easily. At times I'm left wishing I wasn't so stubborn and would listen to you, on other occasions, that you weren't so selfish and would allow me to. Same truths, different versions. I used to submerge my head under water at the end of the day. Attempting to find peace and quiet from the daily ear-peircing chaos that my hours were filled with. As the water covered me, your memory sheltered me. When I closed my eyes and wandered off, you were my happy place. How unfortunate, how there's no where to run to when the one you're running from is your escape. Now-a-day's I find my head barely above water. I'm now trying to escape that which used to be my getaway. Today, as I submerged my head under water and the water covered me, the sound of my heartbeat comforted me.