Floating,

On a sea of clouds.

Clouds that are black with sadness,

Even with some black pouring from them.

Stabs,

Angry thrusts,

All in the heat of the moment.

Physically feel the heart breaking,

Crumbling,

All in a day's work.

One, two, three.

Just one more equals infinity.

It's never just one, can't be.

One turns into two and two turns into four.

Love turns into hate and bond turns to break.

But loss stays the same,

A never ending promise of no change.

Keying in the differences,

Toning them until no change.

Just floating,

Floating on the air,

On the clouds,

All the same.

Just floating.