"Who knows what you mean to me now? You’re like the moon- always there, always on my mind. And you’re so damn beautiful. But maybe, you’re just a big rock floating in space. Maybe you’re not that mystical. Maybe you’re nothing, but dust. Maybe not the magic kind. Maybe. And maybe I have no fucking clue where I am going with this, and I just need to 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."