And some days the music cuts too deep, it seeps out through my bones and makes my blood leak from my eyes and you call them tears but I know where they’re from, the darkness herself
And some days the eyes I see on the streets, each pair strikes a different chord of emotion in me, leaving me torn in a hurricane of wonder, about who you could be what you sound like and what your story smells and tastes like, what the secrets your skin hides are like
Your eyes they reveal what you try so hard to hide but I know where you’re from, the cosmos herself
And some days I can’t go to bed because, my thoughts are racing too fast for me to catch or control them and my body is drenched in sweat from the excitement of touching that transcendental beauty, slipping out of the stars and the cracks of my scars when I least expect it, catching me unaware, claiming me whole, the Kal himself
Some days I am found in rapturous ecstasy, only to wake up washed up on the shores of misery Of my own mind , Wiped and erased and washed and rewritten, Rinsed and warped and twisted and pulled, Stretched and dyed and tested and tried until; Her marvellous resilience renews my reluctance. I’ve grown to respect her. I’ve come to know her. She has been my best friend. She’s the only one that knows the full extent, Of my pain and joy. I have always been the doubting kind, But she has shown me what faith is like She has shown me I am safe inside That no matter what, I’m held inside,
That one day we’ll wake up, And my tears will have dried - We’ll be washed up on the shores of Paradise.
