Alright so I said I would be less active but I got a Joe angst request with this song. Have fun y'all.

Hello

Joe had the pen poised in his hand, the paper blank— as well as his mind. He wished for the usual flow of words, but god, ever since she disappeared... there was nothing there.

We haven't talked in quite some time
I know

He remembered the days when he was carefree, and she was still there with him. Her laughter still echoed in his mind, a bubbly, energetic giggle that never failed to bring a smile to his face.

I haven't been the best of sons
Hello
I've been travelling in the desert of my mind

Everything was a bland whirl of colour and sounds. Nothing really seemed defined; it had a soft, fuzzy feel to it that gave off the aura of a olden-times radio. Nothing. Nothing at all.

And I
Haven't found a drop
Of life

He was alone. Alone. The silence crashed down on him like nothing had ever done before, and though he knew that there were others, in this moment he just felt so alone.

A wet patch dropped onto the paper in front of him.

I haven't found a drop of you
I haven't found a drop
Of water

When someone is gone from our lives, do we truly remember them? Though their voices remain, and their memories still linger in our minds but the details fade. The sharp corners disappear and we never remember the small things. They disappear.

Water.

I try desperately to run through the sand
As I hold the water in the palm of my hand
'Cause it's all that I have and it's all that I need and

Though Joe knew it was futile, he still grasped onto the last few tendrils of her that still existed, and blocking out the other things in life gave him that small comfort that he was still living on in her memory and heaven knows he needs that.

The waves of the water mean nothing to me
But I try my best and all that I can
To hold tightly onto what's left in my hand

Maybe the others were worried. Let them be worried. He turned away, let their voices dissolve into a meaningless hum. Desperation. He couldn't conjure the image of her in his mind anymore. And though he knew this would happen— she would slowly disappear from everyone's memory— he couldn't quite accept it. More drops followed the first onto the paper.

But no matter how, how tightly I will strain
The sand will slow me down and the water will drain
I'm just being dramatic, in fact, I'm only at it again

Some called him crazy; being over dramatic over such a small thing. But that tiny hope that everything would be okay still drifted in his mind. If he didn't accept it, she wouldn't be gone.. right?

As an addict with a pen, who's addicted to the wind
As it blows me back and forth, mindless, spineless, and pretend
Of course I'll be here again, see you tomorrow, but it's the end of today

The pen he held in his hand had been with him through thick and thin, had scribbled down poems, ballads, unfinished stories and tales. It was better than facing the truth. If he tried hard enough, she was still there, waving goodbye.

End of my ways as a walking denial
My trial was filed as a crazy suicidal head case
But you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming "father"
And I'm lying here just crying, so wash me with your water

The paper was full of almost illegible writing now. His vision wavered, swam with the tears clouding over his eyes. The ink smudged and ran.

Water.

Hello
I haven't talked in quite some time
I know
I haven't been the best of sons

But he couldn't run forever.

Hello, I've been traveling in the desert of my mind

He had to turn around and face it head on eventually.

And I
I haven't found a drop
Of life

She was gone. Gone.

I haven't found a drop
Of you

The laughter faded from his mind, and for the first time, he didn't panic when it didn't return.

I haven't found a drop

He folded it in half, put it in an envelope. Put that in a box, and finally closed it for the last time.

I haven't found a drop

Because spirits stay where they belong and maybe now, she could finally leave the earth peacefully.

Wouldn't you agree?

Of water

Rose?

I tried