I used to hold myself this same way
Wound tight Fibonacci shell
Frozen cold in the flames of my self given hell
Grip the blankets, ask for comfort
Plead for warmth
The same tape inserted in the slot
But maybe the player has changed
Worn out story
Thoughts repeat, lose some of their beauty
I won't dream of endless yous and mes and theys
Loosen the muscles, glow higher
Tonight I'll dream of that cathedral again
Endless, colors we're not meant to see, no roof to limit
Beautiful, yet a better word
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
I used to hold myself this same way
Wound tight Fibonacci shell
Frozen cold in the flames of my self given hell
Grip the blankets, ask for comfort
Plead for warmth
The same tape inserted in the slot
But maybe the player has changed
Worn out story
Thoughts repeat, lose some of their beauty
I won't dream of endless yous and mes and theys
Loosen the muscles, glow higher
Tonight I'll dream of that cathedral again
Endless, colors we're not meant to see, no roof to limit
Beautiful, yet a better word