So caring so kind so
UNDERSTANDING
you're just so sweet but
I can't keep standing
up in this mess
that you call
EVER AFTER
stand up
sit up
you're slouching
my dear
smile smile for the
CAMERA
smile smile oh so pretty
to convince all the
clowns and the queen
that you're happy
OH SO HAPPY
so so happy
with your
Failing Kingdom
and your
SELL OUT SHOW
oh so famous
in the tabloids
gossip gossip who is she?
spread that rumor
share that tidbit
give it up
spit it out
TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW
because I'm dying for a fix
because I'm dying over here
I'm just dying
dying
dying
don't mind me
DON'T YOU SUFFER
not on my
behalf
don't you cry
oh no no
please don't cry
anymore
I can't
STAND IT
anymore
I can't
stand up
sit up
I can't smile for the camera
I can't
TAKE IT ANYMORE
I can't stay.
I can't stay.
I can't
STAY.

it’s a bit early
to be
reincarnated

son, this illness

it takes
our death

This thought is just another tree in a forest of problems
So I'll cut it all down, I'll burn this forest to the ground
Make it so I no longer have to think
So my brain can finally melt away
We can start anew
With all this extra lumber
Build a whole new town
One with a little less corruption
With a little less thought
More conformity
Because what broke me was not acting the part

The sun has shined today for the first time in weeks.
The bird song today doesn't seem to lull me to sleep.
The grass is starting to pucker it's lips
and the trees are stretching their limbs.
Flowers open to breathe fresh air,
The scent of spring is everywhere.
I feel renewed by this springtime hues,
Out with you, old wintertime blues.

...a gentle wind rustles through the trees, bringing a slight shift in her perspective
...maybe her heart wasn't so hardened.

...the dull hum of the distant traffic bringing her to focus,
...maybe there was a bit of wild still left in her

She breaths in deep and steps softly into liberation.

As I listen to this song, I feel emotional and a little sad. The strings sound sad as well. I am emotionally swept into the song. I feel it in my heart. I dwell upon the sweeping movement of the song. It stays with me. The song and the feelings. I hear the song when it's not even playing. Then the feelings come back to me. (I really like the song; don't get me wrong. It's one of my favorites. Maybe the emotional feelings I feel are the aftermath and not the intention.) And as I listen to it, I think about you. You said, "This is our song. The longing and the emotions and the sweeping feelings is how we feel towards one another. I hear it in the song. Do you?" Listened to it more. "I do hear it. I do feel that way. This is our song." You smiled so sweetly.

all we
have
is now