Give me a paint stroke over a pixel

the inevitable art in the science of things
the subtle trembling of our humanity
the wondering, the guessing, the messy hopes

For there is beauty in the wandering
And the art of being lost is crushed
under heavy slabs of the concrete

Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world

Some days I am swimming,
most days I am sinking.
There is never a day where I
can simply just float.

This is a tiny death of us

For me being with you will be gone when we part

But I will embrace this pain, knowing it will bring a future embrace

And thus this death will bring our rebirth

Unbecome everyone’s dreams
Unbecome everyone’s scars
Unbecome everything fake
To be what you truly are.