Neither you nor I like the ruckus of this world.
We love our peace and we love it when quiet..
One day will come when our hearts will sing...

La di da-da-da...
La di da-da-da..
La di da-da-da.

Walk invited
into my house.
Come change my whole
life upsidown.
Leave me a void
when you are gone.
Make me feel that
I don't belong.
Make my late hours
only your own.
Make me wish that
I was a stone.
When you're not here
then I will grieve,
but when you are,
I'll want to leave.

Two people cannot run towards each other blindly
without colliding at some point, maybe breaking
each other just a bit, cracking all the boundaries
we have built for structure and protection in this
confusing world. I understand that you need
a bit of time, to teach yourself to either become
watertight again, or to at least appear so, or maybe
to live with these small vulnerabilities. So hey,
I'm opening my eyes. I'm not running, unseeing, at you
(r core), anymore. Take your time, take some
air, learn the feel of you(r walls) once more. I'm
walking carefully, now, feeling my way around
the painfully invigorating reality I couldn't see
before. When you are ready to see me again, I will walk
to you, and meet you halfway. Until then, I
am just waiting. And that's something I need
to teach myself to do, too. And that's
okay. I know that if I see you again, our eyes will be
clear, and our smiles honest, and our fissures healed, or just maybe
they will have become another essential opening, to let
the other in.