If I were drunk right now, I'd say
I'm too low to be high anymore.
I'm tired of these 4 a.m. mornings that you'd call a night.
I can't remember and explain what it exactly feels to have everything and nothing altogether.
It's filled, but it's vacant.
I wish if I told myself,
that the peace and love I'm trying to maintain around,
is exactly what kills me.
I'm glad that I could keep up,
bruised, broken, smiling.
But now whenever I look at the mirror,
we don't ask each other how we've been,
I would lie to the mirror and the mirror would lie to me.
This heart of mine, no longer wrenches in misery.
There's a different tune now,
that I'm lately learning.
If I feel something, it is
that none of us can escape being a human anymore.
I don't have anything to grab or withhold back,
It's just me, and my space,
that fills with stillness,
all I really hold on to,
is myself, and this silence.
I'd go with the flow,
breaking someone's trust,
building someone's hope,
being someone's sun,
also being the dust.