your feet are falling apart again,
let me grab a new sole
for you, old soul,
sooth you down into your new low;
let me miss you and kiss you
in my head
because that’s what the books have led us to believe,
pity the painter who has to grieve.

you painted Death from the palette in your palm
as you looked up from your hospital bed calm
and delighted, but you’ve lost this fight tonight
darling.

please forgive me, self, for i have sinned.
i took a wrong turn and lost my way.
again.
i look all around me, but i don't know where you are.
i am searching... looking to the stars.
i'm afraid it's getting worse.
worse than ever before.
i'm tormented from the noise in my head.
is this what they call crazy?
crazy.
is that where i am?
a state of black emptiness.
running in circles.
living the same thing over and over.
i've been here before and i can't seem to find my way out.
or did i ever leave?
where are you??
please come back.
self.
can you hear me??
self.
i miss you.
i miss you so much it hurts.
i miss you so much i weep.
i pray that you may find your way home again.
i will welcome you with open arms.
and we shall celebrate your return.
even if that day is in heaven.
we will dance in the stars.