There's a place where a certain part of me lives, the most alive part. Though it's not in the front of my head or in the depth of my heart but in the back of my mind. The words feel weird in my mouth because these are things one only thinks, and never says. I know a place where the rain touches the ground silently, where its cold but not to the point I'll make you shiver, Like how that one place you try not to remember dose. I know a place where the sky is blue and dim where the clouds look like something you would only see in a painting, But not those sunsets that remind you of the things that you shouldn't